The Dark Side of the Dune.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 31 January 2024
Tuesday, 30 January 2024
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 30, JAN. 2024.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 4-10 p.m.
As they had walked down the northerly access ramp, a man with hiking poles went up.
A man gathered driftwood for a small beach bonfire.
The tide was more in than it was out.
A man walked with his Greyhound by the sea, heading north.
The Sun still shone.
The bay looked colder than it was.
They found a tennis ball.
Another Dog chased after each kick along the beach.
Nearby, a Labrador chased a ball of it's own.
A very tall man and a smaller lady walked northwards along the water's edge.
They walked as far as the Grey Rocks.
Beach Buoy gave Stubborn Dog Stack a distant wave.
Beach Buoy sipped coffee.
They headed back.
Two Large but friendly Labradoodles came to say hello.
A slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 28 January 2024
AN UNINTENTIONAL BEACH.
When a walk around the block ends up at the beach.
No beach bag.
No beach coat.
No beach note book.
Just the beach.
Just
The
Beach.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. SUN. 28, JAN, 2024.
Beach Buoy locked the front door.
It was 7-32 a.m.
He could hear voices.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed the end of the drive on their way to the beach.
7-45 a.m.
Beach Buoy slid the van door shut in Seaton Park Car Park.
He had faffed a little.
He had an emergency hat and snood on.
The others couldn't be found.
It felt a little like a wrong trousers type of day.
On The Esplanade in front of The Village Green, sea swimmers stood doing pre-swim exercises.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the northerly beach access ramp as a man passed by.
Flat Cap with a Sunday Paper folded neatly under an arm.
The tide was well out.
There was a fresh strong breeze from the south west.
A man talked on his phone as he went by.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were up ahead.
A man with no dog walked to the sea.
To the west, Team Mick Aston Jumper walked the dune edge.
Beach Buoy stuffed ungloved hands into his pockets.
Two hoods were already up.
Sunday gave the beach beach a glow.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Crows pecked at the seacoal scattered strand-line.
They were almost unseen dressed in matching black camouflage.
In The distance a couple walked into the sunrise as though it was the sunset at the happy ending of a film.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-33 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Some scumbag had tried to hide a green dog poo bag in the stack !
ALL DOGS HAVE BUMS
SOME BUMS HAVE DOGS.
That's the clean version!
Beach Buoy had a wobbly driftwood coffee on a wobbly driftwood plank.
Another Dog sat as if on guard, sniffing the air for possible danger.
In the distance, a rig-like structure looked like a sea spider.
A man with swinging arms and a rucksack headed north.
A jogger tiptoed like a burglar as he headed south.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
A milky sun watched as they walked to North Gare Pier.
They turned 180 degrees, heading back.
Two Gulls walked like old friends, chatting.
The Sun glowed a little more brightly behind them.
A couple walked a tiny puppy up near the strand-line.
First of many beach walks?
Figures were up ahead.
It was Seaton Beach School.
Team Distant Wave are at the helm.
A very warm welcome and chat took place.
Beach Buoy wished them luck before heading back to the van.
They passed The Seaton Carew Wreck.
A crew of one looked for a long gone Crow's Nest.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 27 January 2024
SAT. 27, JAN, 2024 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the park car park at 7-41 a.m.
A lady in a wet robe the colour of the sky headed for a sea swim.
They headed to the beach.
As they descended the northerly beach access ramp, five men in wooden hats marched north along the esplanade.
"Morning." said one of the group.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy.
The tide was a fair way out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was half in, half out of the sea.
Two Sauna Tents were set up near The Esplanade for sea swimmers.
Purdy the little brown poodle passed by with her owner.
They chatted briefly before wishing each other well as they went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, up near the strand-line.
A jogger jogged the water's edge.
People and dogs were up ahead.
The sunrise arrived three minutes late thanks to the height of the hills.
The lady with dogs, Archie and Alfie walked the dune edge.
They are members of Team Mick Aston Jumper, they walked together alone today.
Alfie trotted over to say hello.
The sunlight lit up the seafront.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy saw his sunshine shadow.
For some reason today it looked like a ghost-in-waiting.
"Morning Mate."
Stones had been added.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He set up the wobbly driftwood plank.
He set down his thermal mug of coffee alongside.
He sat down on the wobbly seat with a sea view
He unwound.
"HERE!"
"HERE!"
"HERE!"
A not so distant voice, back in the dunes sounded like it was shouting a bit too distant dog.
Beach Buoy stood in readiness for their arrival.
They never did
The calls went on, gradually fading.
Beach Buoy surveyed the beach
"See you mate "
They headed back to join beach folk doing beach folk "stuff."
A slow walk back.
Some walked the sands.
Others chose the water's edge.
People with their own agendas.
Some with no agenda at all.
Sea swimmers headed to and from the beach sauna tents.
Beach Buoy took a photograph to help with a drawing later.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 26 January 2024
FRI. 26. JAN. 2024 SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.
Seafront advertisement.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 4 p.m.
The tide was high.
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
The litter pick lady carried a car tyre to the Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy tried to give a Parcel of Oyster Catchers a wide berth as they stood by the sea.
They took flight anyway.
A man and boy with three dogs were to the north.
The boy ran from dune to sea and back again.
A tall man with two Yorkshire Terriers passed nearby.
He's a beach regular but slips through the blog next most times.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods and took a sip of coffee.
A figure up ahead clambered over the grey rocks.
It was a man carrying driftwood.
It was the Artist that Beach Buoy carried Driftwood for a good few months back.
They chatted like old friends.
They wished each other well before going their separate ways.
The Artist headed back to the car park.
Beach Buoy carried on south a little bit further south.
He gave Stubborn Dog Stack a bit too distant wave.
Tired legs, fading light meant coffee at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned north.
They crossed over onto The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy placed his beach clean items in an Esplanade Bin.
Talk.
Moonrise.
A lady passed nearby with her inquisitive dog.
"C'mon Rolex."
Time to go...
BEACH BUOY.
Thursday, 25 January 2024
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 25, JAN 2024.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 3-41 p.m.
The litter pick lady stood chatting to another lady as her White Scottie Dog waited at her side.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They headed south.
The tide was well in.
There was a mild but strong wind blowing from the south west.
It began to rain.
The smoke from the landfill fire didn't look very inviting, drifting across the dunes and beach ahead.
They only walked as far as the dunes before returning to The Esplanade.
The Seaton Carew Wreck information board.
The wreck itself lays directly out onto beach ahead of the sign.
Only visible when tides and drifting bands allow.
The Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 24 January 2024
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 24, JAN. 2024.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached The Esplanade at 3-51 p.m.
Not Beach Buoy and his little dog headed south along the sea front.
It's always a bit odd seeing morning beach folk later in the day.
Recent days had seen a storm.
There was a strong wind now.
It was blowing smoke from the disgraceful landfill fire out to sea.
The smoke from it can be seen on the above photograph.
Beach Buoy had planned to walk just as far as he deemed to be safe, turning back once he was anywhere near the dreadful smoke.
Six student-looking types stood at the water's edge.
They turned to join four others that were sat, seeking shelter from the wind at the bottom of the northerly beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog squeezed passed them as they headed for the sand.
Seaton Carew Village Green area to the north.
Thankfully the smoke wasn't blowing on to populated areas.
The tide was well in, looking like it had not long turned, heading back out.
A lady with a dog on a lead headed south.
A man and dog did the same.
Beach Buoy looked North.
The landfill site fire.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had walked to the dune edge so he could better gauge the direction of the awful black smoke.
Others head back.
They had been well to the south.
They must have walked through the drifting smoke.
Smoke from the landfill fire drifts across Stubborn Dog Stack.
A distant wave would have to do this afternoon.
It didn't feel safe going any further.
Two ladies with a Labrador seemed to have had the same train of thought?
Just offshore a camera-shy Seal popped up then down as they do much of the time.
Light had started to fade.
Up near the Village Green, red brake lights matched the red stop light of the four way temporary lights.
Hundreds of Noisy Gulls headed out to sea.
A man with a hat with a dog with a ball passed nearby.
Beach Buoy raised a hand, like Fred Dinnage on the program How.
"Alright?"
The man nodded.
Beach Buoy took a drink of coffee as he viewed the disgraceful fire from the beach.
They joined The Esplanade at some beach steps near to the Wonderful Clock Tower.
99% Moon.
100% peace.
BEACH BUOY
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