31,MAY, 2023. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-06 p.m.

It was still half term.

Teenagers drifted from dune to promenade to be replaced by the same. 

The tide was way out. 

The dunes were busy with youth.

The beach much quieter. 

A Dog and Jogger headed north along the dune edge.

A couple walked southwards down on the water's edge.

It was overcast, with a breeze off the sea. 

A red ship and a blue ship swapped places.

River for Sea.

Sea for River.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog took the strand-line route to Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Evening Mate."

It was 6-38.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

Although it was quite chilly, overcast and the breeze strengthening, a Skylark rise into the air nearby and sang the sweetest song it had sang all year.

Beach Buoy hoped that it wasn't a farewell performance.

Beach Buoy looked up.

There almost directly above him, a Kestrel hung in the air.

As Beach Buoy reached for his phone, the bird took flight, heading south.

Down on the beach below, a man with a stick searched the strand-line line.

Maybe the best find so far was the stick?

A lady and two dogs headed north on the water's edge.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

Three.

They had their usual slow walk back.

People and dogs were dotted around.

An elderly man with an elderly greyhound made their way to the sea.

Colourful Yachts seemed reluctant to leave the Pier behind. 

They headed to the access ramp.

Little Terns chased Gulls four times their size away from the nest site.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 30, MAY, 2023.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach, arriving at 6-50 p.m.

Teenagers were drifting from dune to promenade. 

A young football team were being coached at the bottom of the access ramp.

The promenade wall, the goal.

It reminded Beach Buoy of when he would play at Middleton with a chalked goal and keeper.

Tonight's goalkeeper was flesh and blood. He was recieving special instructions.

"Come out of your goal. Look at your surroundings!"

 Down at the water's edge.

The elderly man with an elderly greyhound viewed his. 

It was one of those evenings where the clouds fly by.

Any revealed Sun scanned the beach like a barcode.

The tide was well out.

So far out that a beach fisherman was almost seemed to be fishing foreign waters.

A jogger ran the water's edge, towards the elderly man and his dog.

Perhaps a younger version of the elderly man, rushing to ask himself.

"Am l going to be ok?"

"You'll end up looking at the sea with your dog. It's not a bad thing ."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Evening Mate."

7-25 p.m.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He looked at the sea with his dog, whilst sitting on a Stubborn Dog Stack stone.

A jogger with a Pug and a bottle of water sped through the dunes.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog sat. 

The breeze had become a wind.

Beach Buoy pulled two hoods up.

The hoods danced around like an insecure tent in a gale.

The bulk of Beach Buoy's fat head kept it secure.

The jogger, the bottle of water and the pug ran back southwards along the water's edge.

"See you mate."

They headed back to the beach "

A slow walk back.

The fisherman seemed to have stayed in the same spot, a still receding sea leaving him behind.

Beach-trapped water snakes like a Serpent to return to it's source.

Whenever Another Dog wants to play she will pick up a beach stone.

Almost saying .

"Get the ball out, l could choke on this stone!"

She thought she was clever, letting it roll into a puddle.

Beach Buoy.

THE PROMENADE.29 MAY 2023.

 

 

THE SUNDIAL.

7-37 p.m

BEACH BUOY.

Mon. 29 MAY 2023. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.

It was a Bank Holiday.

They arrived at 5-12 a.m.

A Crow and a Gull seemed to be discussing the overflow situation at the Promenade waste bins.

Down at the bottom of the access ramp, other Gulls beach cleaned an area where people had sat.

The tide was well out.

Beach Buoy and the dogs walked towards the water's edge.

Team Distant Wave joined the beach, choosing to head south from the outset.

In time Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south too.

The sky and the beach looked half asleep or half awake.

Four Gulls that cried like Crows headed out to sea.

Hugo came bounding over.

As always he was welcomed with open arms.

He responded with his waggy tail.

Beach Buoy and Team Distant Wave chatted a while.

They headed in opposite directions.

Beach Buoy burst and bagged some balloons.

6-12 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

They stayed a while.

No coffee today 

"See you mate."

Another Balloon, burst, bagged and binned.

A Sand Martin flew low over the Grey Rocks, a wonderful site to see. 

Nearby, a Skylark stood on some dune edge driftwood as if listening to the sea, 

The audience for once.

A large driftwood piece lay near the Tank Traps. 

Aligned almost perfectly, with the dip in the dunes.

Beach Buoy wondered what tales that it could tell.

Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog would sit in the dip at times.

The nearest Tank Trap said nothing.

They walked back to the village.

 BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 28, MAY, 2023

 Beach Buoy hadn't been right all day 

He wasn't going to go for an evening walk.

He was glad that he did.

He, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-50 p.m.

There was a marvelous Sun Halo.

It was a double even though the outer ring was faint and difficult to capture with a cheap phone camera. 

The car park was fairly quiet.

He and the dogs headed south.

It was difficult not to keep looking north.

It was magical.

More arcs spread out from the top of the main arc.

They continued south.....

... and checked north.

8-29 p.m.

The three were up at Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Evening Mate."

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

To the north the halo began to fade.

A Kestrel flew over Stubborn Dog Stack.

It headed west.

It hovered nearby.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

Driftwood lay near the sea.

They walked towards a setting sun.

It was a peaceful walk back.

Upon closer inspection, the driftwood was well worn.

They followed tracks of others. Back to the promenade.

At the bottom of the access ramp, two ladies had set up a camp.

Driftwood stood upright in the sand, fire at its base.

A man stopped to chat to them.

His two old dogs waited nearby.

The man reached for nearby small pieces of driftwood, adding them to the flames.

He pointed south and left them in peace.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL, 28, MAY, 2023.

 

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They reached the beach car park

 at 4-30 a.m.

As they arrived an estate car sped out.

A large motorhome and a green campervan were parked alongside one another.

To the north people walked to the water's edge.

Beach Buoy wasn't feeling great.

Some cloud hung over the Village.

They headed to the water's edge.

The sky glowed.

Sunrise came.

Those to the north by the sea were repaid for their early start.

Borrowed Dog led the way.

Beach Buoy watched as the morning changed colours.

Hugo ran over to say hello.

He was greeted warmly.

Down towards the access ramp his owner was doing excellent work of a beach clean.

The colourful teenagers from the previous night had left a mess.

Hugo ran back to "help."

Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.

The overnight camper's green tent was well hidden on the dune edge, thanks more to its colour than location. 

Gulls flew by.

Beach Buoy felt adrift of the beach today.

A Ship set off for the open sea under rays of hidden sun.

They all headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

5-15 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He sat and drank coffee.

He felt odd, distant.

"See you mate."

The sun cleared the cloud.

They walked the short dune edge walk to the sandy slope.

Once down the sandy slope, Beach Buoy plonked himself down on the dune edge.

Not 100%.

After a while they headed back to the van.

A distant wave was shared with Team Distant Wave.

They walked the southern perimeter of the Little Tern Site.

No coffee in van this morning.

He drove off.

He parked up near the Village Green.

Dots in the distance.

Team Distant Wave had been joined by the 7 a.m. club.

A man watched as the Gentleman on the Tricycle.

The first of the early morning swimmers began to arrive.

Beach Buoy felt in the way.

He drove off.

BEACH BUOY.