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Monday, 23 December 2024

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 23, DEC. 2024.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog drove to Seaton Park.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie were heading back into the village, nearing the end of their four mile circular walk.

Rita the Meter Maid had reached the sea front.

Off to check for returned coins.

Beach Buoy parked up.

The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m. mid-faff.


Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to The Esplanade.
They went down the beach access ramp, close to the beach huts.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn was up on The Esplanade, almost back at the car park.
The two men chatted to one another either side of The Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy used a wind-blown bank of sand to gain height.
They shook and with a 
" Merry Christmas."
Just incase they didn't bump into one another before the day.
As they chatted, Not Beach Buoy went by with his dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."

They all went their own separate ways.


To the north, Brass Monkey swimmers had gone into the sea.


The tide was well in.
The sea was angry on a relatively calm day.
There was a slight breeze from the west.


A couple and their dog overtook, leading the way southwards.
Pebbles with Legs ran in shallow pink water.


Sunrise.

One Oyster Catcher chased another northwards, just above the breaking waves.
They both whistled.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog took the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Someone was at the top of the big slope taking sunrise photographs.


They climbed the small slope to the stack.
A bird piped them aboard the dunes with sweetest of all songs.



"Morning Mate."
8-42.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He wrote Dad on a stone with a green marker pen.
Your stupid superstitions die with you.
Touchwood.
We couldn't wear green.
We couldn't say Pig,
Couldn't have a bird ornament in the house.
Cut nails on a Friday.
There will have been more...

Beach Buoy sat on the double driftwood bench for a while.
Touchwood.


"See you mate."
Down the small slope.
No birdsong.


They walked back to the north.
The tall man with a Corgi was walking southwards.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The tall man wore a tall hat.
It made him look even taller.


Blah blah blah.


BEACH BUOY.