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Wednesday 29 September 2021

WED. . 29 SEPT 2021 , A day off. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. HARTLEPOOL HEADLAND TOO.


It was a day off.

Beach Buoy went to pick up a workmate who needed a lift in to work today.

It was 6-05 a.m.

Lift done, they were in the car park at 6-35.

In the half light, Beach Buoy could see a man wearing headphones walk the car park.

Mr Gunn / Nunn pulled up alongside and headed for the beach with his little dog.

A Jogger dressed in all black ran the Promenade looking like a shadow on the run.

Beach Buoy sipped coffee from his thermal mug.

The silhouette of Saltburn appeared to the south as the light increased.

He looked out to sea.

The light blues and greys of the sea and sky looked like an oil painting.

Chocolate Pudding and her owner headed for the access ramp.

Off to catch the 7 a.m. club up.

Two male swimmers climbed out of their cars and stripped down to  swimming trunks.

They headed down the access ramp, just trunks, and a towel scarf draped over their shoulders.

One wore blue, the other, the more flamboyant of the two, sported trunks that looked like a recycled flowery shower curtain.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.

There was a slight chill on the breeze from the east.



They headed south.

The 7 a.m. club were down near the water's edge heading back to the north.

Chocolate Pudding had caught them up, joint their ranks.

Her owner gave a distant wave.

Beach Buoy mirrored the wave.


They passed a large patch of fairly deep sea coal,

It comes and goes like people.


A flame-haired lady with a multi-coloured dog was down by the water's edge.

The multi-coloured dog came to say hello.

The owner followed.

They chatted.

The dog was a year old and very friendly.


"See you later.'

"Bye."

The lady and her dog stayed on that part of the beach.

Playing at the water's edge.


Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for 

Stubborn Dog Stack.



"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the beach stones that he had collected.

He patted 

THE 

stone.


"Bye Mate."



The headed back to the beach.








They began a slow walk back.

The sun decided to show up.
It cast shadows of their former summer selves ahead of them.

An Orange-Hoodied Jogger passed , heading south.
Looking like an exact opposite of a shadow.


The sun and clouds complimented one another.




They headed back to the van.

A Young Border Collie came to investigate.


They headed off.

They had stuff to do.


________________________




 


It was lovely day.

Beach Buoy, Another Dog and Borrowed Dog headed for Hartlepool Headland.

Fish and Chips in the van.

A cup of van tea.

Then off for a walk.




The Town Wall, with The Fish Sands beyond.


All the worlds a stage.

Another van tea.

They headed off.

They had stuff to do.


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At 6-13 p.m. 
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were back at Seaton Sands.

It was bright and breezy.
The breeze coming from the north west.
 Soft sand had been blown onto the wet, tidal sand.
It was like walking on frosted snow.

They headed for the water's edge.
A Jogger passed, heading south with his Dalmatian Dog trotting behind.
Another Dog sat to watch the pair pass.
They headed off as Another Dog looked at Beach Buoy as if to say, "Now I want some pyjamas like that!"


They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.






"Evening Mate."

He patted

THE

stone.

He added others.

Beach Buoy looked at the sea and sky.

The sky was mainly clear.

There was a line of cloud along the horizon as though  a steam train had just travelled along it.

A tiring Sun tinted the white smoke a shade of pink.

They began a slow walk back.

"See you mate."


A swimmer swam in the half light and the sea too.

He towed a bright yellow float behind him.

A Metal detectorist dug nearby, his little black watched intently.

It looked over to Beach Buoy and Another Dog as if to say

"Two years he has had this, not one single bone!"


They headed off.

They had stuff to do.

BEACH BUOY.


Tuesday 28 September 2021

MONDAY 27 SEPT 2021 SEATON SANDS.



Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.
The Golf Club Flag was flapping more than a Catering Manager that had just found out that there would be no deliveries that day.
They reached the car park at 6-15 p.m.



The sky was mainly a clear one.

The clouds that were around were unusual to say the least.

They headed to the beach.

Up ahead was a Dad and lad.

The Dad had a football.

He was bouncing it on the promenade as they headed for the sand.

The lad was talking but it was clear to any onlooker that the Dad just wasn't listening.


Strong winds earlier in the day had stripped sections of the beach of fine soft sand.

They walked to water's edge over what seemed like a cobbled street.





They headed South.


 

It was a 6-44 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
He placed beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."

They headed back to the beach, back to the north.






They met three pugs on the return journey.
A sausage dog and a spaniel too.
They headed back to the car park
Another VW van was parked nearby.
It was bright orange.
As smart as a carrot.

BEACH BUOY.

SUNDAY 26 SEPT. 2021 AN EVENING VISIT. SEATON SANDS , HARTLEPOOL.

 


Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-35 p.m.

The promenade bench that earlier in the day had become a reading room was now occupied by an elderly gent sporting a track siut top type jacket.

CROOK TOWN.

F.C.

Written proudly in white on the back of the black top.

There was a mild breeze from the south west.

A lady walked a horse down the access ramp.

It was a fine horse.

Beach Buoy is no expert but it looked like a racehorse.

It looked like it was on a cooling down walk after beach run?

Down near the water's edge, where the best sand  castle sand is, a family laid claim to the last bucket and spade of the day award.

It was Beach Buoy's last day off after a week of glorious September weather.

The wind turbines all looked to the south west with Beach Buoy to try and see just where the week had gone?


The tide was well in but by no means was it high.

The sea rippled but it was not rough.

Every now and then the sea would rush in unexpectedly.

Beach Buoy dragged a heel in the sand .

It left a line.

Beach Buoy dared the sea to cross it.

It chickened out.... this time.

It was the end of a week off.

It was just the mood that he was in.

They reached 

Stubborn Dog Stack 

at 7-03 p.m.

Beach Buoy placed the the beach stones that he had just collected onto the stack.

He patted

THE

stone.

"Evening Mate."

He buried his fingers into the sand.

Love you.

Closer.

The beach was mainly theirs.

Three or four distant stumps of unknown people stood down the north end of the beach.

They had a dull sunset as a backdrop.

"See you mate."

It was still hard leaving him behind.

They would be together soon enough.

Getting Older.

Day by Day.

Beach Buoy stared at the stack.

Hoping that once, just once he would see Stubborn Dog.

His eyes watered.

That'll be the south west breeze to blame.

Yeah right...

They headed for the beach.



 

They walked the water's edge back to the north.
Beach Buoy sensed someone behind them.
Stubborn Dog?
He turned.
A young man in a hoodie, hood raised was walking the water's edge.
Beach Buoy headed to the strand-line to allow him to pass in peace.
With a quicker pace, the young man was soon gone.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog rejoined the water's edge.

He really must have that shack by the sea before he dies.

BEACH BUOY.

SUNDAY 26 SEPT 2021. SEATON SANDS.



Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-40 a.m.

A figure stood at the water's edge wearing a long coat.

It was a sunrise seeker.

The sunrise seekers would be slightly disappointed this morning.

It would have to clear low cloud first.


The 7 a.m. club were already in the process of heading back towards the village green.

The tide was quite high, the sky somewhat overcast.

The Dry Labrador lady appeared, her Dog made a bee-line for the sea.

Like some comic superhero, she donned an imaginary cape and became 

Wet Labrador Lady.

Fly me to the Moon.

Beach Buoy had moved to the dune edge for a short while for others to enjoy the water's edge in peace.

The distant wave lady waved.

Beach Buoy waved back.


Once the water edge "Rush." had finished, Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to it.



A small ship / large boat hung around the river mouth.

Beach Buoy thought that it may be a Tug? 

 It stayed in the area for a good while, so possibly some sort of survey vessel?


Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones...

"Morning Mate."

He added stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

They all headed to the dune edge for coffee and sit and think. 


Making note and taking note.

They enjoyed "That" lull in beach traffic.

The south end of the beach was theirs.

Around thirty minutes passed before a figure approached.

It was Mr Gunn / Nunn  with his little dog trotting along.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"You can't buy views like this."

said the beach walker as he pointed to a golden sea.

He approached to stroke Another Dog as by now she was doing the 

Me 

Me 

Me

dance on her back legs.

She surreptitiously reached for her clipboard and small

RNLI pencil.

"Cute." ✅

"Gorgeous." ✅

"So Fluffy." ✅

"You can go now."

The clipboard went back from where it had came.

"Enjoy your day."

"You too."


Mr Gunn / Nunn  and his dog continued their journey south to North Gare Pier and beyond.


"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head back to the north.

A couple passed with a Border Collie.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Aren't the big waves lovely?"



Beach Buoy loves to see the Gulls surf just above the breaking waves.




  .

A couple passed with a Border Collie.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Aren't the big waves lovely?"






Driftwood Sundial.

The best type of Sundial.




 


They bumped into Dotty Dog and her owner.

The dogs did the Dotty Dog dance

after a brief chat they headed in opposite directions.





Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
Radio and Hobnobs.

If he could swim,
If he could surf,
If he had a surf board,
He would have surfed today.

He can't, so he rested an old head on an arm of the same age and nodded off to sound of The Cure on Radio Two.
It's Friday I'm in Love... 
on 
a
Sunday ?

Beach Buoy woke.
A man on a Bicycle stopped at a Promenade bench.
He laid out all of the sections of the Ample Sunday newspaper, that he had purchased.
He sat with his 
"Order of read."
selections at his side.
The passing ladies seemed to distract him?

8-59 a.m. came 
Beach Buoy left.

BEACH BUOY


Saturday 25 September 2021

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 25 SEPT 2021 AN EVENING VISIT.




Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-28 p.m.
Exactly twelve hours since their most recent visit.
It was a very muggy evening.





The tide was well in.
The Wind Turbines were frozen in time.
They all looked to the south west.
They were motionless, not a breath of wind.

The beach was very quiet.






"Evening Mate."
It was 7-01 p.m.
He added beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They let the sky grow darker a while.
"See you Mate."

Light was fading as quickly as a dropping stone fell from a grasp.

 

Almost before they knew it, they were back at the van.

BEACH BUOY.


SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. SATURDAY 25 SEPT. 2021.


Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park

at 6-28 a.m. 

There were three different shades of orange.

An Orange pre-sunrise glow in the sky.

 Orange flashes as council trucks did the cleaning rounds.

An orange glow from a real live cigarette as a driver stepped out of  a White Range Rover.

The Range Rover was from an era when 

Range Rovers were Range Rovers before they became what they have become...


Thirteen Oyster Catchers stood together, but alone on the beach in the half light.

It looked like they were waiting for permission from air traffic control to take off?


The Sky and Sea turned pink.

A Border Collie Couple returned from the north.

They had already been and gone, they were coming back .





Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south, as the sun cleared low cloud.

The 7 a.m club passed by.

"My, she's coming on!."

Another Dog reached for her clipboard with a checklist to tick.

"Cute"...✅

"Gorgeous"...✅

"So Fluffy"...✅

Another Dog put the clipboard away.

"You can go now."

Off the 7 a.m. club went.


It was a glorious morning, not a breath of wind.

It was mild bordering on muggy.

Beach Buoy had been on holiday for a week.

There hadn't been a bad day weather-wise, not a drop of rain all week.


The sea was fairly calm, but it was one of those mornings when the sea would rush in, almost randomly, to catch out the unwary.




There is something about the colours of painted driftwood.

That Colour.

That Door.

That Beach Shack...

The shack and it occupants all weather-beaten but happy.


A man and dog were in almost hot pursuit as they headed south.

Like Stubborn Dog, Beach Buoy and Another Dog tend to feel a little intimidated when someone is following closely behind.

They headed to the dune edge, out of the way.

They hadn't reached the stack yet but Beach Buoy plonked himself on the dune edge and drank coffee from his thermal mug.

As Beach Buoy had wandered up to the dune edge,

a small brown frog hopped as it headed east, towards the beach.


Beach Buoy looked to the north.

It wasn't and hadn't been a full-blown sunrise.

Around the Village Green, houses took it in turn to have gold windows. What sunlight there was reflected off the differing angles of the various windows as the sun rose in the sky. 


He stayed a while longer, drank more coffee.

The "Hot Pursuit" man and dog passed by, heading back to the north.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog made a move.

They continued their interrupted trek south.

A young man came along, binoculars hanging from his neck.

"Morning. Lovely isn't it?"

said Beach Buoy.

"It is indeed."

 answered the young man in a very well-spoken voice.

Beach Buoy wondered how his voice had sounded to the young man?


The young man carried on south at a quicker pace than Beach Buoy and Another Dog.

He was soon well ahead.

He took out his binoculars.

He sat on the dune edge.

He stood, then headed for North Gare Pier before Beach Buoy and Another Dog had caught up.


Another man and dog passed.

"Morning."

"Morning Mate." 

answered the stranger...

That was Beach Buoy's line!


They were nearing

 Stubborn Dog Stack.

Beach Buoy selected and collected some suitable beach stones as they walked.


The sun slipped into cloud.

Maybe there will be a matinee performance?

"Morning Mate."


Beach Buoy placed the day's offering of stones onto the stack.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

The three of them went to sit on the dune edge.



Beach Buoy had coffee to finish after all.







Another Dog seemed to be a little happier today, being at the stack.






The little dog stood on its two back legs as it leaned on Beach Buoy's  knee.

The dog listened as Beach Buoy explained that if someone else had come for her, she might never have seen the sea!

"What, never?"

"Never."

They said goodbye to Stubborn Dog, then headed back.



A lady walked by her dog.

Found anything interesting?

"Just peace and quiet."

answered Beach Buoy.

The lady wandered off.

Beach Buoy wondered if his comment had sounded a little rude?

It wasn't meant to be.


It was a narrow beach this morning.
The tide was still high.



People walked the same narrow track, like beach hobos.


The Beach widened slightly, as they reached the non-tidal part of the beach.

A friendly couple with a friendly dog walked by. 

They paused.

Aw....

Another Dog reached for her clipboard..

"Cute." ✅

"Gorgeous." ✅

"So Fluffy." ✅

Another Dog put the clipboard away.

"You can go now."

They went.


As they were approaching the access ramp a lady and dog came into view.

"Are you Beach Buoy?"

The lady introduced herself as the one who had left the painted stones.

Beach Buoy thanked her, as her dog; Dotty and Another Dog made friends.

It was a very kind thing to do, putting those stones there when Beach Buoy was at such a low point.

That chatted a while.

They said goodbye.


Beach Buoy had a coffee in the van.

He stayed until 8-59 a.m.

Parking Charges start at 9.

People come early to catch the sunrise.

Some bring sunshine of their own.

Beach Buoy washed the van as he listened to Radio Cornwall.



 


High in the sky, Geese (Pink Feet) flew overhead in a bird formation.



BEACH BUOY.