Earlier
Becomes
Yesterday
Then
It
Becomes
Last
Week
July
Becomes
Last
Summer
Then
Last
Summer
Becomes
Last
Year
They
May
Wave
But
There's
No
Turning
Back.
Man
O
V
E
R
B
O
A
R
D
!
😢
Beach
Buoy.
Wednesday, 31 July 2024
31 JULY 2024. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-30 p.m.
The car park was busy.
As they reached the access ramp they paused as four horse riders came up the ramp.
The beach was fairly peaceful.
They headed southwards.
There was a warm breeze from the south west.
Hardly a cloud in the sky.
"Evening Mate."
It was 8-02.
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long, sipping fizzy water as he did so.
Penny for them.
A lady stood at the water's edge.
A flying vee of birds headed towards the river.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
A family had a beach bonfire near the dune edge.
That was it.
July's beaches done.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 29 July 2024
29 JULY 2024. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL
The air was almost still.
Beach Buoy had painted stones in his beach bag.
One for Geoff and one for Bob his dog.
When Geoff was taken ill in November, he told Beach Buoy that he would be putting stones for them up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
He was correct.
Beach Buoy wished that he had been wrong.
It was 6-08 a.m. when the set off on foot and paw.
They didn't reach the beach until 6-23.
There had been many sniff stops.
On The Esplanade, three ladies walked southwards.
A cyclist rode to the southernmost end before turning, heading back to the north.
Down on the beach, the stone-shuffling tractor went from north to south.
A milky sun shone.
Like a moth to a flame, Beach Buoy is drawn to the Tractor's tracks.
The tide was a fair way out, just beyond The Seaton Carew Wreck.
South ...
Off to see the wizard.
Beach Buoy needed courage, a heart and a brain.
Another Dog could be Toto.
Another Dog was being Another Other Dog!
Team One Black Ear passed by.
They chatted.
Apparently, The Wizard was in a good mood today.
They turned bright at the big slope.
They walked Another less-known but easier route.
More fairy lanterns.
Rain drops on Marram Grass.
The sky to the south was lovely.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He placed Geoff's and Bob's stones in the stack.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers crossed the bay like skimmed stones.
He sipped coffee as a cream sun tried to turn gold.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed south then north.
Sand Martins swooped.
He watched the tide come in.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below.
Distant waves were shared.
7-30.
"See you mate."
Around thirty minutes from the house but a million miles from the reality of the world.
They returned to the beach.
Shoes came off.
A paddle back to the north.
It was nice not having to dodge any incoming waves.
X over Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy beach cleaned a disposable barbeque.
He chatted to Mick Aston Jumper.
Up on The Esplanade, another chat to
Mr Gunn/Lunn.
Excellent Dog Alfie wondered around.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 28 July 2024
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
"Those raindrops on the dune grass look like fairy lanterns." thought Beach Buoy.
Suddenly he felt very very small...
BEACH BUOY.
28 JULY 2024. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the sunny beach at 6-08 a.m.
The south end of the car park was closed.
A lady tiptoed through imaginary tulips as she jogged along The Esplanade.
In contrast a man crossed the car park as though he was walking in sticky mud as he talked on his phone.
Beach Buoy rested on The Esplanade Wall.
He made beach notes in his beach book.
A puzzled man walked by.
He seemed to be wondering what Beach Buoy was writing down.
The Sun was well up.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Two adults and children were down by the sea.
Perhaps they had been sunrise.
It was still early.
The tide was well out
The air was still.
It was a perfect temperature.
Team one black ear caught up as they headed south.
They walked and talked until the big slope.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up the slope.
Team one black ear continued as far south as the tide and grey rocks would allow.
They then turned back, heading northwards barefoot in the sea.
The big slope seemed to be pop marked with overnight rain.
They walked the "easy"route.
Large droplets of captured rain hung on the end of blades of Marram Grass.
They looked like magical fairy lamps or lanterns.
6-48.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy's jeans were soaked by the damp Marram Grass.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Team one black ear head back.
The Sun warmed his face.
The breeze cooled his neck.
The birds sang.
The sea lapped gently onto the beach below.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.
She was already returning northwards.
A dogless man stood on the beach below, in front of Stubborn Dog Stack.
He coughed as he looked out to sea.
He headed northwards.
"See you mate."
Time to go.
He stood.
He cupped his hands, washing his face in sunlight and it's heat.
He stretched.
Ten to Two, like a catalogue clock.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach below.
They walked along the water's edge.
A Seat popped up.
It bobbed down.
Mr Gunn/ Lunn and excellent dog Alfie came along.
They chatted.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY
Saturday, 27 July 2024
27 JULY 2024. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot at 6 a.m.
It was a slow walk with lots of sniff stops.
It was 6-21.
They paused at the top of the beach access ramp.
The 7 a.m. club, Scruffy and Purdy wither owners had just set off, heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
A cyclist resting at the south end of The Esplanade, watched the scene unfold.
There was a Milky Sun.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
They headed south along the beach.
Team one black ear were to the north.
The Cyclist set off northwards along The Esplanade.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
The 7 a m. Possee were heading back.
They all chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.
Once at the top, he checked the beach below.
The 7 a.m. club and friends were off in the distance.
Team one black ear headed back, shoes off feet in the sea but paws on sand.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-53.
It was almost perfect.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He just sat...
Down on the beach below.
It's was either a fisherman walking or a walker fishing.
He headed northwards.
Beach Buoy managed a fluke photograph of a passing Sand Martin.
The temperature seemed to drop quite suddenly.
The walking fisherman headed to the big slope.
He cut through the dunes, possibly unaware of the "easy" route.
Last seen heading to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy hoped that he made it safer
The dune folk can be a funny folk.
"See you mate."
Along the "easy route came Team Muzzled Dog.
They had a nice chat.
Topics included, Park Runs, Dad's Cabin at Middleton and Ravenglass.
They went their separate ways.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three was next
Another nice chat.
Topics.
Dogs that had passed.
Living in Scotland.
The man with three dogs once did so.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the beach.
Beach Buoy was glad of the chats.
Some beach folk as so nice.
They headed back to the north.
The sea lapped gently.
It was so very tranquil.
Beach Buoy got a tear in his eye.
Must have been a touch of hayfever...
It was a odd morning.
Beach Buoy plonked himself down on the sand.
Another Dog dug a hole, then laid in it.
Up again.
No van today.
Back to The Esplanade.
A brief chat to Team Mick Aston Jumper.
They passed The Cricket Club.
Then a wait for a new tyre on the van.
What a "Carry on."
Then Another Dog sat on the garden swing.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 26 July 2024
26 JULY 2024. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-45 p.m.
It was sunny and warm.
The tide was heading out.
Beach Buoy could hear the sound of a distant drumbeat.
They headed south.
A lady walked a white dog.
It looked like an Alsatian, on a long training -type lead.
They passed on the narrow beach.
"Hi there."
"Hiya."
People and dogs were dotted along the water's edge.
The beach would soon become wider, thanks to the tide.
They climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy " route.
8-11.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Beach Buoy hides some of the painted stones at times.
Sometimes they reappear unannounced.
Sand Martins swooped on the calmest of evenings.
Music from a nearby festival seemed to echo off the dunes.
The noise was O.K; people having fun.
Beach Buoy sat like a sponge, soaking up another light night.
Stored in the bank for later memories.
A young couple walked by as the headed north along the "easy" route.
"Hello there."
"Hi."
Beach Buoy soaked up a bit more summer.
He stood.
He stretched.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the beach, northwards.
Back behind him to the south, three young lads gathered driftwood for a beach bonfire.
Beach Buoy hoped that the driftwood wedge about a metre long would last the night.
BEACH BUOY.
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