Treasure Hunt.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 29 November 2023
Sunday, 26 November 2023
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-05 a.m.
Mornings were exchanged with Team Muzzled Dog as Gulls cried overhead.
A cyclist's light went from south to north along the promenade.
Two other cycling lights travelled north to south.
They headed to the beach.
Crows monitored their progress.
More crows milled about on the strand-line.
They headed south.
The tide was well out.
The air was still and bitingly cold.
They passed frosted dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed southwards with the dune edge for company.
Down by the sea, two joggers headed south too.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack from the beach below as they passed.
Dune edge became grey rocks.
They headed to North Gare Pier.
They searched the shingle that was scattered around Sand Martin Corner.
They climbed up a lower dune edge before heading towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Behind them, steam rose from a relatively warm sea on an icy cold morning.
Morning Mate."
It was 8-14.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat drinking a wobbly driftwood coffee on a wobbly driftwood plank.
On the beach below, a lady stopped regularly to crouch down to take photographs as she progressed southwards.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They walked northwards.
Tugs waited at the river mouth for a large ship to arrive.
Before too long, the ship arrived on the scene.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
Not Beach Buoy and his little dog walked from sea to promenade before returning north along the promenade.
A man with two Husky Dogs tied to his belt,walked south.
At the access ramp they met a Dog called Jess.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8-45 a.m. as they reached the Van.
Beach Buoy hated the council's sea tax.
Time to go.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 25 November 2023
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL 25, NOV, 2023.
Beach Buoy was up by 4-26 a.m.
He drank coffee and caught up on blog as he waited and waited for the slightest hint of daylight.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached a chilly beach car park at 7-03 a.m.
A man with two poodles was walking thr Promenade.
North to South.
South to North.
Another man stood next to an open car door.
He threw an unseen ball with one of those arm extensions for an unseen dog.
A flashing collar chased the thrown ball.
A man with two Poodles went to the southernmost end of the Promenade.
They turned.
They headed back northwards.
The man who used to wear headphones on his walks around the perimeter of the car park over and over again passed by.
He was doing his usual route.
Beach Buoy presumed that the Gentleman had swapped to earplugs for his music / talking book?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the access ramp, post-faff at 7-14 a.m.
The man with the unseen ball was heading for the beach too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Alright?"
"Alright."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
An aeroplane's vapour trail headed for orange.
The tide was well out.
The air was chilly.
The lady from Team Muzzled Dog passed by near the dune edge jogged by with her Border Collie.
Short distanced waves and a "Morning" were shared.
Shortly afterwards, the gentleman from Team Muzzled Dog passed by with Muzzled Dog.
The same greetings were shared once more.
Down by the water's edge, two joggers began to walk.
A lady almost matched south.
Another lady with a Spaniel also headed south but a slower pace.
It slowly became lighter.
Up near the dune edge, stood a lady in a long brown and black coat.
She watched her dog dig dog-dug holes in the sand.
Her hands were behind her back, signalling to Beach Buoy at least that she had all the time in the world.
No rush.
Beach Buoy gave Stubborn Dog Stack a distant Waves as they passed on the draining beach below.
More aeroplanes raced impatiently to the light.
Their routes plotted like aerial sat-navs.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle.
Jackpot.
A sea-alley.
Mr.Gunn/Nunn approached from the north with his excellent dog Alfie.
The two men chatted as Beach Buoy gave Alfie a shoulder scratch.
It took a while for the little dog to want to come say hello.
At first he would just trot by at a distance.
They went their separate ways.
It was 8-06 a.m.
The Sun cleared North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog clambered the dune edge. They headed north to Stubborn Dog Stack.
A man with a Spaniel and an orange coat headed south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A lady with an Alsatian passed by at distance, across the dunes.
8-18 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Another Dog sat on the dune sand, sniffing the air.
Beach Buoy drank a wobbly coffee on a wobbly driftwood plank.
They watched as two walked southwards along the water's edge.
"See you mate."
They made their way back to the beach below.
In the distance, to the North, two horses ambled along.
Beach Buoy did their usual slow walk back.
They climbed the access ramp.
Beach Buoy placed his beach clean items in the bin.
The sound of the 8-45 Village Church Bells drifted across the car park as they reached the van.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 24 November 2023
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL, 24, NOV 2023.,
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They headed down the beach access ramp as the Village Church Bells rang for
3-45 p.m.
They met a Dog called Lucy as they reached the beach sand.
There was a chilly breeze from the north.
The sea was rough.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A Metal detectorist walked the water's edge.
Two more were beach bound on the promenade.
A lady with a Spaniel and a very unusually designed coat, led the way.
Two hoods were up.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed away from the rough sea, heading towards the dune edge.
The breeze had become a wind.
It would be a colder walk back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog did the grey rock clamber.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-14 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood plank.
He drank a wobbly driftwood coffee.
He watched as angled rain fell as it crossed the horizon from north to south.
The wobbly driftwood plank.
Tiny spots of rain began to fall.
Beach Buoy checked the beach to the north.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They began a not so slow walk back.
Like so many other things, the rain had amounted to nothing.
A lit torch walked southwards along the water's edge.
They crossed the beach car park as the Village Church Bells rang out for 4-45p.m.
BEACH BUOY.
Thursday, 23 November 2023
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
The Lady with a big dog and a weather forecast.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 22 November 2023
Monday, 20 November 2023
Sunday, 19 November 2023
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 19, NOV..2023.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-58 a.m.
The lady who fell off her bike and her companion walked northwards along the promenade.
No torch required.
It was surprisingly light.
A Council Truck stopped at a promenade bin.
The operative went to the rear of the vehicle.
"Morning."
"Morning." replied Beach Buoy.
Two men on an early morning Promenade.
One by choice.
One by necessity.
The worker returned to his cab.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
Ahead, two figures walked the water's edge.
Behind, the Council Truck was put into reverse, giving off a warning sound that could be described as a mechanical cat coughing up a mechanical furr ball.
After reaching the water's edge, Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A fresh breeze blew from the west.
A couple descended the access ramp, choosing to head North once they had reached the beach.
To the west, the dune edge rose and rose like a giant sandy wedge.
A man passed by with his dog.
The dog was completely white in colouring except for one proud jet black ear.
The two owners shared a half distant wave and a couple of muffled versions of
"Morning."
The black-eared dog headed north.
Team Muzzled Dog were to the north, heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head towards the dunes.
As they reached the start of the grey rocks, Team Muzzled Dog appeared on the dune heights above them.
They had chosen to go through some of the sea buckthorn.
As well as wearing a muzzle, muzzle dogs wears safety spectacles too.
The owners has said once that the dog likes to chase Rabbits.
Presumably the muzzle is to protect the rabbits and the spectacles are to protect the dog's on the buckthorn?
The group held a two level discussion.
Beach Buoy listened on the beach below as Team Muzzled Dog said how they had gone on holiday.
The storm had taken place.
When they returned the beach had changed completely.
Team Muzzled Dog set off south once more Vis the dune edge.
Meanwhile back on the beach below, Beach Buoy and Another Dog stumbled their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
7-36 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He set up the wobbly driftwood plank.
He sat looking out into the bay as he stopped hot, strong coffee.
When it shows, the sun rises behind the hills this time of year.
Low cloud had claimed it this morning.
Another Dog waited patiently.
The sky over the bay began to turn peach as the morning sun tried to break through.
Beach Buoy soaked up the additional light.
"See you mate."
They headed to a more southerly Sandy Slope.
One that hadn't been damaged by the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed north, but Beach Buoy kept looking back to the south to monitor the Sun's progress.
They continued north.
A couple sat on the dune edge as their Black Labrador played on the beach below.
Beach Buoy waved.
"Morning."
"Morning."
I'll have to do a card through Beach Buoy as he headed off.
A lady in a Green Parka watched as her large but friendly dog came over.
"She's friendly
She's called Olive."
said the last.
"This is Ruby." said Beach Buoy as he pointed to Another Dog.
Beach Buoy thought how often people introduce their dogs by name but not themselves.
The Parka Lady gave a weather forecast for the day.
They went their separate ways.
A small dog, similar to Another Dog's approached nervously.
Beach Buoy knelt down to make it feel welcome.
The owner came over.
"They looked like twins!
Her name's Maggie."
"This is Ruby."
Again just the dogs were introduced.
The lady went onto explain that she prefers the beach this time of year.
They went their separate ways.
Team Mick Aston Jumper came along.
Beach Buoy chatted to them as he gave the Old Black Pug that was wearing a Mick Aston Jumper, a good shoulder scratch.
It's owner, who looked like a retired Capt.Birdsye, looked on a little bemused.
They went their separate ways.
They headed back to the van.
Coffee.
Snack.
Radio.
Outside, the four ladies who walk the promenade, walked the promenade.
A group of colourfully attired ladies headed down the access ramp on their way for a sea swim.
Three horse and a Shetland Pony were next to be heading down the access ramp.
Mr.Gunn/Nunn went by.
Beach Buoy stepped out to chat.
As they chatted, two metal detectorists dressed in camouflage headed to the beach.
BEACH BUOY.
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