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Thursday 5 September 2024

SEATON SANDS. HARTLEPOOL. 5, SEPT, 2024.

 


Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-30 a.m.
It was overcast and damp with a wind from the north.


The tide was well in.
A lady and her Labrador walked northwards along the water's edge.

Beach Buoy walked the strand-line to give them space.


Others headed back to the north.


"Morning Mate."
It was 6-58 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE 
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
It was damp but so was he.
The walk along the "easy" was damp thanks to long Marram Grass, leaning over, laden with earlier rain.
He sat watching the grey sea.



It was a coat kind of day.

They set off back to the beach.
"See you mate."


The beach below.



They began a slow walk back.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
One jogging.
One walking.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
"Morning."
"Summer's over now." said the man with outstretched arms as if to show the strength of the wind.

It doesn't show much in today's photographs but the beach dipped slightly in places.
It was odd being stood below sea level, so close to the sea.
It looked to be full to the brim.


A metal detectorist scanned the sand.

Back in the car park, Gulls drank for tarmac puddles.
Smaller Terns walked sideways, blown by the wind.
They looked like they had over-endulged on crabmeat.

BEACH BUOY.