DOING THE BLOG.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 30 November 2022
Tuesday, 29 November 2022
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 29, NOV 2022.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was a cold and foggy day.
The pavement was as grey as the sky.
They reached sand at 3-50 p.m.
Behind them, beyond the Promenade, the Bus Station Clock Tower reckoned that it was 8-27.
The tide was well out.
The sea was just beyond The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Fingers of ship's timbers cradled it's cargo of sand.
The Wind Turbines were hidden as was The Headland.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved up to the strand line.
There was searchable shingle.
The torch came out, more to help the shingle search thank light the way.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
It felt more like evening.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
The began a slow walk back.
The torch was beneficial as a guiding light now.
Beach Buoy checked time as they trundled up the beach access ramp.
4-40 p.m.
For goodness sake.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 28 November 2022
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
Not until the last leaf has fallen,
Can they begin to dream about Spring.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 27 November 2022
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
3 p.m. - THE CORRECT TIME.
The Bus Station Clock went anticlockwise for a while.
It is working now, but the time is incorrect.
Even a broken clock is accurate twice a day.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 27, NOV. 2022.
Beach Buoy had been up since 2 a.m.
He went for a drive with Another Dog around 5 a.m.
They reached the beach at 5-40 a.m.
Beach Buoy turned on the Propex heater.
The van was cosy.
Beach Buoy made a coffee.
Another Dog rested on the back of the rear seats.
Eventually Another Dog fell asleep.
7-01 a m.
They headed for the beach.
Beach Buoy had added new batteries to his mini maglight.
It was a very bright light,
like sunshine on a stick.
Once more, silhouettes walked the water's edge; the 7 a.m. club.
Beach Buoy shone the bright torch all around.
He did that thing that men tend to do with hosepipes whenever they are watering the garden.
He waggled the torch around for no particular reason.
He needlessly lit up the dune and water's edge.
Crows flew around like shadows not needing light.
They continued south.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He watched the sea.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
Like clockwork, Hugo appeared.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the dog.
The dog leaned against Beach Buoy as the neck scratch.
The dog looked up, making
"Thank you."
eye contact.
Beach Buoy chatted to the Distant Wave Lady's Group.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on.
Alfie approached.
It was Mr. Gunn/Nunn's dog.
The little dog came over to say hello.
He even gave a half way of his tail.
It was one of those dogs that normally would just trot on by.
Beach Buoy was happy that the dog had accepted him.
The owners chatted.
Beach Buoy had brought some "Art work."for Mr Gunn/Nunn that he had enquired about.
They arranged collection for a hour or so.
Beach Buoy headed back to the van, making a coffee.
After a while Mr Gunn/ Nunn appeared.
Beach Buoy handed over the package
No charge.
An offer of summer tomatoes came his way as an exchange.
They headed back.
Another Dog wanted to stay in the van.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
NO ONE WILL KNOW.
The cards would look better if scanned.
They end up on here as photographs.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 26 November 2022
SATURDAY 26,NOV. 2022. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy had crawled into bed at 11 p.m.
By 3-45 a.m. he was awake.
By 4, he was up.
At 4-40 he was sat, drawing, as he drank a hot chocolate.
Fast forward to 6-50 a.m.
In reality fast forward may not be the best term to use.
Dark mornings, that wait for daylight, can drag as much as long winter nights.
Even at 6-47 a.m. , it was as dark as night.
Beach Buoy stepped out of the van as two joggers turned in a tight semi circle at the top of the beach access ramp.
As their direction changed from south to north, one of the joggers said
"Good pace that. Two and a half K in eleven minutes."
The two men disappeared into the darkness of the promenade.
Torch in hand, Beach Buoy and Another Dog went down the beach access ramp onto the sands
Silhouettes headed north on a distant and dark water's edge.
Car headlights twinkled along the seafront as Gulls cried overhead as they headed inland.
They headed south
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy stuffed his hands deep into his pockets as he took deep deep breaths of fresh sea air.
Beach Buoy clipped a torch to his beach bag.
It was a blue metallic torch that matched the van's curtains.
The torch swung around as they walked, writing scribbles of light along the beach.
Even in the darkness, the Blast Furnace was noticeable by its absence.
Around 200mm of sand had been taken by the sea.
The sea's action had created a natural step, leading to the sandy slope.
Beach Buoy gathered some of the newly exposed beach stones.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-30 a.m.
A man marched South along the water's edge.
He did an about turn opposite Stubborn Dog Stack.
He marched backed north.
Beach Buoy drank coffee from his thermal mug.
It tasted good.
Sometimes it just hits the button.
"See you mate."
They left the stack behind.
A head appeared.
Hugo!
The big friendly dog had Snook up on them.
Beach Buoy gave the big dog the best of neck scratches and shoulder rubs.
Beach Buoy glanced north.
Others were on the way.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog with Hugo along for the ride, headed down to the beach.
The distant wave lady and her companions were about to step up to the dunes as the headed for coffee at their driftwood bench.
The group chatted awhile.
A friendly Pug came to say hello.
They all went their separate ways with goodbyes drifting out towards the headland.
The sun glowed dimly.
The dog with a Multicoloured bow came bounding over.
It was as big as a dustbin and as daft as a brush.
The big dog's owner came along.
They chatted about dogs, beaches and early starts.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north
A man walked the strand-line with two stocky dogs.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy drank the last of the coffee as the walk progressed.
The tide had gone out as far as The Seaton Carew Wreck.
A man paced around, taking beach photographs as he walked.
A dog trotted up, dropping a ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
Inviting Beach Buoy to boot the ball along the flat wet sand.
Beach Buoy obliged.
Beach Buoy gave the south a last look for the day.
The demolition heap looked a sad sight.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered into the Village.
Beach Buoy took a photograph for a drawing later.
They headed back to the van.
Back at base camp someone went digging in the garden with their nose.
It wasn't Beach Buoy.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 23 November 2022
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL, 23, NOV. 2022.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was going to be a bit of a rushed one.
A rushed beach is better than no beach at all when all said and done.
They reached the bright bay at 3-51 p.m.
It has rained most of the day after a sunrise to die for.
The last of the sunlight reflected on a large single cloud, that crossed the bay.
They headed south.
The sea turned pink, as though someone had been washing bloodstained hands...
A corgi came to say hello.
A Young Labrador came to say hello too.
A large, slightly panicking dog kept running the length of beach, backwards and forwards.
He had lost it's owner.
A concerned lady with an older Labrador asked Beach Buoy to keep an eye for any distraught owner to the south.
Beach Buoy could hear distant calls.
He climbed up on a dune height but couldn't see anyone.
He climbed back down to the beach as the dog and owner were reunited.
They chatted briefly.
Beach Buoy and the Dogs went to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added three stones to the stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He looked south....
The Blast Furnace had been blown up at
9 a.m.
The structure lay like a slain elephant.
We won't forget.
There is talk of all the new construction.
One wonders where the steel will come from to build such schemes.
"See you mate."
They went back to a darkening beach.
A slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
Tuesday, 22 November 2022
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