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Saturday 18 March 2023

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 18, MARCH, 2023.

 


Saturday morning.
By 6-03 a.m. a thermal mug of coffee was made.
It was placed in Beach Buoy's beach bag 
By 6-18 a.m Beach Buoy, Another Dog and a beach bag were heading down the beach access ramp.


They brushed through a palette of pale colours.

A man headed north with his dog.


The sun rose at 6-13 a.m.
It place behind a curtain of cloud.
The tide was well out.
Five Crows flew south low to the sand.
It was a slow walk, Another Dog was on full sniff mode.

Skylarks sang over the dunes.
Three Pebbles with Legs seemed to be playing tag as they ran to and from one another. 


A gorgeous glow appeared at the river mouth.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back from North Gare Pier.
Pleasant words were exchanged as they headed in opposite directions. 

In next to no time the 7a.m. club were dots in the distance.
To be continued.


It always amazes Beach Buoy how quickly people disappear into the distance.


The dune edged from the stack to the village.


A large patch of sea coal had settled just in front of the stack.
Beach Buoy collected some stones.
They headed up the sandy slope.


7-01 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sipped coffee as rain began to fall.
Coffee drank.

"See you mate."


They climbed down the dune edge, back to the beach.


They walked to the water's edge.
They greeted the Sea Serpent.
He waved back... from a distance.
The beach combing Border Collie Couple were up ahead, walking southwards.
They searched as they walked.
Their Border Collie ran from one to the other with a driftwood stick in its mouth as if asking
"Is this any good?"

A lady with a bright yellow cost walked two dogs.
One white. 
One black. 

The rain was odd.
It sort of was and wasn't.
It just felt like the droplets were hanging in the air like a wet shower curtain.

A man with a Beagle was heading south towards Beach Buoy.
They had chatted before.
They chatted again.
The man decided to cut short his walk, heading back with Beach Buoy as they chatted.

Eventually they went their separate ways. 


Beach Buoy sat in the van.
The rain was making that noise in the roof.
He drank coffee.
He wrote some beach notes as the rain and radio played.


He nodded off.


Beach hat badges.
Just because.

BEACH BUOY.