5, NOV. 2024. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Beach Buoy parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.

He and Another Dog headed to the nearby beach.

It was 3-49 p.m.

It was overcast.

There was a slight breeze from the south west.

Out in the bay, a matching grey sea and sky.

A lady walked a big dog by the water's edge.

They headed south.

They usually do.

A man with hands in pockets walked the strand-line.

A couple walked slowly northwards with two dachshunds.

An Orange Ship left the river.

All too soon it turned to grey as it set off for the horizon.

"Afternoon Mate."

It was 4-22.

Beach Buoy added five stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.

He drank coffee.

Coffee view.

The light was already fading.

"See you mate."

They slipped down onto the beach below.

They walked the water's edge.

They joined The Esplanade at the end of the dunes.

They walked The Esplanade, back to the van.

BEACH BUOY.

TIMBERS OF THE SEATON CAREW WRECK.

 

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE MAN WHO WANTED TO TEST HIS WELLINGTONS.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 4, NOV. 2024.

 Monday.

Beach Buoy parked up in Seaton Carew Park at 11-01 a.m.

He, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog took the short walk to the beach.

It was and overcast.

The tide was way out.

There was the slightest of breezes from the south west.

The Wind Turbines turned as if in slow motion.

The bright yellow boat that goes out to service the Turbines was powering its way back to Hartlepool.

The Seaton Carew Wreck today.

Once more the tide was way out.

Beach Buoy and the Dogs headed to the strand-line. 

They walked the "easy" route to reach Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Morning Mate."

It was 11-49.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone 

He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.

He watched the sea.

He was still tired. 

Tried going to sleep at 2 but was up by 4.

Another Dog dug a sandy hole then laid in it as Borrowed Dog watched on.

After a while.

"See you mate."

They slid down onto the beach below.

Lots of large pieces of beach coal today.

They headed south as others paused at the water's edge to watch a ship head for the river.

Swirls of seacoal patterned the beach.

Seaton Carew Village lay ahead.

It was a slow walk back.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 3, NOV. 2024.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach. 

They arrived at 1-51 p.m.

It was overcast and mild.

The sea was in far enough to have claimed the Seaton Carew Wreck.

A man in Wellington Boots and a wooly hat matched towards Beach Buoy as if he had something to say.

He didn't.

He went and stood in Beach trapped water as if to test the quality of his wellingtons?

A toddler toddled by the water's edge as his Dad talked on his phone.

To the south, a lady was looking at her phone.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the big slope. LP

"Afternoon Mate."

It was 2-21.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.

He was tired.

He'd had around three hours sleep last night and pretty much the same for about a week.

The sound of the breaking waves almost sent him to sleep.

Once again, a pop-up tent would have been ideal.

It was so peaceful.

Beach Buoy checked the beach below.

"See you mate."

They slipped down onto the beach.

They headed south.

"Is it a Lhasa Appso?" 

asked a lady with a dark grey Lhasa Appso.

They chatted about the stubborness of the breed.

They went their separate ways.

A couple with two dogs came along.

"Is it a Lhasa Appso?"

asked the man.

"Ours are Maltipoos" said his Partner 

They went their separate ways 

A Doddle Dog called Penny did run over to say hello.

They had a very slow walk home 

Why rush?

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 3, NOV. 2024.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-11.

The Starlings had arrived just before.

The birds stood all around. 

The lady who once fell her bike, walked The Esplanade as she talked on her phone.

Two sea swimmers swam.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.

Team Muzzled Dog overtook them as Team One Black Ear approached from the north.

Team Muzzled Dog and Team One Black Ear paused to chat to one another.

"Morning." as Beach Buoy passed.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed north down near the water's edge.

"Morning Mate."

7-44.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.

The man with three dogs, who once had four, headed southwards along the beach below.

It was a dull enough morning to be able to see the flashes of the Headland Lighthouse.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy slid down a small sandy slope to the grey rocks below.

He looked without success for some of the taken painted stones.

 Sand from a collapsing dune edge had made the route to the beach walkable.

A slow walk back.

A lady with three dogs rushed south then north.

The tide was still heading out 

The beach was becoming wider.

Metal detectorists.

The wreck was just coming ashore once more.

Wreck timbers.

To Beach Buoy they look like a run down seaside village.

The wreck today.

They returned to the van.

A lady came out of an overnight Motorhome.

She straddled The Esplanade wall.

She drank coffee and took photographs.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

"THE TIDE IS GOING OUT MATE."

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

The couple playing razor shell beach bubble wrap.

BEACH BUOY.

Nov. 2. 2024. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-17 a.m.

It was mild.

The tide was well out. The Seaton Carew Wreck had just come ashore.

The air was still.

Two sea swimmers headed back to their car.

Dip done.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south. Others did too.

The lady who walks the length of the beach was heading back northwards.

People and dogs were dotted around.

High in the sky, the sound of Geese.

Beach Buoy looked up.

A long line of Geese snakes their way north.

They hadn't formed a Vee.

They were in one long line, like a string of wind-torn birthday bunting.

The Sun's Orange glow began to fade as grey clouds began to claim it.

A Border Collie ran in circles as it tried to round up Beach Crows.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.

Industry across the dunes.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the "easy" route.

Stood on driftwood, Three Beach Crows plotted their revenge...

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-41.

Team One Black Ear passed by on the beach below.

Silent distant waves were shared.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.

The man who once had four dogs but now has three passed by.

Another Dog on guard duty.

A couple and their dog  headed north on the beach below.

They played beach bubble wrap as they went.

The couple were going out of their way to crush  the numerous razor shells that lay on and around the strand-line.

A man and Labrador headed south.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

A slow walk back.

Two ladies walked south, coffees in hand as their doodle dog ran around squeaking it's squeaky toy.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.

The tide would reclaim it soon enough.

The man who once had a Beagle but now had a Spaniel came over to chat.

They talked as they both returned to the car park.

BEACH BUOY.