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Friday, 27 December 2024

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 27, DEC. 2024.



Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
What had looked like mist whilst walking the street route to the beach, turned out to be fog.
They arrived at 8-26 a.m.
There was a slight chilly breeze from the west.


Grey Fog.
Black Seacoal.
The visibility was acceptable for a foggy day.
From The Esplanade, one could see The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Hartlepool Headland and The Winds Turbines had been claimed by the Fog.


Two-by-the-sea head north along the water's edge with their dog.


Beach Buoy and Another went to check on The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Inspection completed, they headed south.

Up near the dunes, the lady with a black and a white Labrador headed back towards the Village.

A Jogger coughed his way southwards along the strand-line.
It didn't sound like the gasps of damp air were doing him any good?


Beach Buoy gathered some stones for Stubborn Dog Stack as he walked 
He played beach bubble wrap when able 

The sea was calm and as grey as the fog.
It's white edges broke gently onto the beach.
Each time the sea pulled back, Pebbles with Legs ran to investigate.
A Gull glided silently, just above the surface of the sea, like a skimmed stone.

They walked the level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.



"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 8-56.

Beach Buoy scanned the Bay.

They slid down to the beach.

They headed north to clear the grey rocks.

Once clear the turned to continue south.

Up ahead a pair of Orange Work Trousers looked they were going for a walk along the beach.
It was a man in the distance in a fog coloured coat.
Orange Trousers and an Orange coat passed at a distance.






Sea Pottery.



The Tank Traps came into view.
Beach Buoy had a mooch.


Sand Martin Corner.
Lots of sand has gone.


For a drawing later.
The Tank traps with North Gare Pier in the distance.


For a drawing later.
Sometimes the dune edge can mirror the turbulent sea that helped to shape them.


Swirls of sea, coloured by Seacoal, began to rush into low-lying sand.




The Shallows.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned northwards.



Two horse riders headed back to the Car Park.

BEACH BUOY.