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BEACH BUOY
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Tuesday, 31 May 2022
Monday, 30 May 2022
MONDAY 30 MAY 2022 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-49 a.m.
It felt late after a run of early beaches.
It had rained overnight.
The heavily waxed van looked like it had been covered in bubble wrap.
Thanks to the rain, the air felt clear.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
The height of the tide seemed to be around 50-50.
The sea itself, seemed to still be angry from winds on previous days.
It roared on a otherwise calm morning.
The sun was already high in the sky as it tried to break through dappled cloud to the south of the bay.
A Gull flew low but overhead.
It laughed like Gulls do as it did so.
Around six miles away, a factory buzzer buzzed for a 7 a.m.m start.
Not for Beach Buoy's ears today or the remainder of the week.
There was one person and a dog to the south.
The sun broke through, the choppy sea sparkled.
The person and their dog approached.
Beach Buoy had mistakenly presumed that the person was a man.
The lady's dog was small and yappie.
It would come close then run off doing zoomies repeatedly.
They chatted briefly.
They went their separate ways.
The lady and Lucas, the zoomy dog headed north, Beach Buoy and Another Dog, south.
Skylarks to the west sang "Come to the dunes.'
They climbed the sandy slope at 7-27 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
They sat at the stack.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
The view was excellent.
Eventually it was time to go.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach as the Sun's light and heat increased.
An old glass bottle stopper shone like a gemstone in the early morning light.
They did their slow walk back.
Way off to the north, sea swimmers entered the sea.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 29 May 2022
SUNDAY 29 MAY 2022, SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 4-31 a.m.
Beach Buoy had never seen so many Gulls "Parked Up."
He gave the resting birds a wide berth.
They headed for the rumbling sea.
Beach Buoy wore his orange coat, the sky chose grey.
A man and his dog stood to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide had not long turned from high.
Beach Buoy pulled three hoods.
An orange glow appeared on the horizon.
Angled light made the sunrise look a little like a stadium tour by a rock band.
To the south, the sea high fived the North Gare Pier. They were old friends
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed up the sandy slope.
It felt lighter.
It was daylight not Sunlight
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
They studied the sea for a while.
Time to go.
Beach Buoy just couldn't say "See you mate."
Today.
He just looked at the stack, smiled then cried.
They headed back to the north.
A low to the water ship left the River.
The reflected light looked wonderful.
They returned to the promenade
The van .
Milky coffee and two croissants warmed in the ridge monkey.
A tired dog is a win.
A Sloth, Teddy Bear and a Monkey look out to sea.
The sky to the north darkened.
Rain began to hit the left side of the van.
Beach Buoy nodded off.
He was woken by a slammed car door.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 28 May 2022
SATURDAY 28 MAY 2022 SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. AN EVENING VISIT
It was Saturday evening.
They reached the car park at 6-38 p.m.
There was a fresh breeze from the north.
Four 10-11year olds headed down towards the soft sand at the bottom of the access ramp on their bikes.
Each had a different view of the outcome.
1.Descended in silence.
2. Shouted "Be careful!"
3. "I'm O.K. it's a mountain bike."
4."Watch me break my ****ing neck!"
The all ground to a halt, dismounted and ended up pushing their bikes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the sea.
Up ahead a metal detectorist was bent over beeping away, bum in the air as he searched for the signal's source.
Thoughts of that Father Ted episode, the one with Bishop Brennan flashed through Beach Buoy's mind.....
Beach Buoy continued towards the sea then south.
A man walked the strand-line heading north, with one shoe on, the other in his hand.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach added stones before patting
THE
stone.
It has been warm in the back garden before they had set off.
Beach Buoy was glad to be wearing, double hoodies, snood and wooly hat.
"See you mate "
They headed back to the beach.
A man with a Whippet walked north.
No sign of a flat cap or even a Flamboyant one.
Down at the water's edge two Little Terns mated.
It seemed a bit late as the birds had been here a while.
May they had lost their eggs ?
It was as bright as it was fresh.
Beach cleaned fishing float.
Another Dog stood on her back legs to see if there were any dog treats in the beach bag.
Two men slid their way down from the dunes and stepped off into the sunset.
BEACH BUOY.
SATURDAY 28 MAY 2022 SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy woke at 3-27 a.m.
The alarm was set for 4-06.
At 4-35 Beach Buoy and Another Dog were in the beach car park.
To the north, two sunrise seekers were stood down near the sea.
A band of low cloud looked like a distant mountain range.
Beach Buoy watched from the van.
Sunrise was 4-40.
It was a hidden one today.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered down to the sea.
Two disappointed sunrise seekers headed back to the rock shop car park.
Clouds blushed pink.
A camera shy seal headed north at walking pace.
It was 4-49 when the sun cleared the "Mountain Range. "
Seafront houses began to glow.
A hundred or more Gills were resting down by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the dune edge so as not to disturb them.
The birds took flight anyway.
They headed back to the sands.
The sand was soft.
Their prints were deep.
After only 25 minutes of sunlight, the sun headed into cloud.
Beach Buoy collected seven stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They climbed the sandy slope.
Its a short walk fro the sandy slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
A carpet of yellow flowers laid to the west of the short sandy track.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He placed today's offerings.
It was 5-32 a.m.
He sat on a stack stone.
Coffee time.
Another Dog settled by Beach Buoy's feet.
The view was lovely.
Someone appeared from the north.
Shortly afterwards Hugo the Dog came running up to the stack.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the big dog.
In the distance the distant lady waved.
It was returned.
Hugo went bounding back to the sea.
Beach Buoy exited stage left.
"See you mate "
He would have stayed longer.
She could have the beach now.
They headed back.
A light haired lady walked her Border Collie down the access ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog rested on the access ramp wall.
Dark. Clouds rolled out to sea.
Beach Buoy drank the last of the rushed Coffee.
They headed for the van.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 27 May 2022
27, MAY 2022. SEATON SANDS,HARTLEPOOL.
It was 6-48 p.m.
The car park was busy.
It was a bright and breezy evening.
A family group were ahead of Beach Buoy and Another Dog as they headed down the beach access ramp.
They had two pushchairs.
As is usually they became pull chairs once they reached soft sand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The pushchairs were abandoned once firmer sand was reached.
Once again the light was gorgeous.
Down at the water's edge a young couple in colourful coats ran energetically with their two dogs.
Meanwhile an older couple in more sedate colours wandered north.
Shifting sands snaked along the beach in the strong wind. The sand resembled flames dancing in an open fire
Another Dog found a dog dug hole.
In went her head to inspect the depth and build quality.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Five stones were collected.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They paused and paws.
"See you mate "
They headed down to the sea.
They headed south to Sand Martin Corner.
More dog dug holes were checked enroute.
The light was so bright, even the grey rocks looked bleached.
A Skylark hovered above the dunes like a kestrel but sang like an angel.
Beach Buoy watched as eight or more Sand Martins swooped around the tank traps.
The began a slow walk back.
Just to put a spin in things, Another Dog led the way.
The village church bells rang out for 8 p.m.
It was 8-03.
BEACH BUOY.
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