SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 7, OCTOBER 2025.

Tuesday evening,

Beach Buoy looked out of a window, up to the sky.

The clouds were calling.

Another Dog was tired.

She and Borrowed Dog had been on an afternoon field walk.

When Borrowed Dog comes for the day, she watches his every move.

When he goes back she usually collapses in a heap.

You know that she is really tired when she disappears into another room.

She was sleeping in another room.

Beach Buoy decided to walk to the beach alone.

He set off at 6-15 p.m.

His feet touched sand at 6-32.

A seventeen minute walk.

A wonderful cloud sat above the Wind Turbines.

The Sun was already putting plans in place to set.

A couple, both in big coats, stood near a bonfire at the dune edge.

They were taking photographs of the array of clouds that were on show.

It wasn't really a big coat type of evening.

It was very mild.

A light breeze blew from the south west.

It had the fell of around 9-30 p.m. on a summer's evening, not 6-45 in October.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The tide was well out.

The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea but not by much.

 Three had walked down from the dunes.

After writing messages in the sand, they had headed north.

The beach to the south was now his.

Hundreds of Gulls rafted out in the Bay.

Beach Buoy checked the times of a number of the bay's flashing lights.

He used the "Apple and." method.

Its an autumn evening type of thing.

He caught the South Gare light illuminated on 

"Eight apple and nine."

"Evening Mate.

It was 6-53.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think.

He didn't stay long, the light was quickly fading.

"See you in the morning mate."

Beach  Buoy set off back to the north.

Two big coats sat either side of a dune edge bonfire.

It was 7-16 by the time he passed the Clock Tower.

The shadow given by an up light seemed to disagree.

The colourful light from an Ice Cream Shop was a nice addition.

On foot back along Tees Road.

A large, illuminated Crane stood alongside new Wind Turbine Towers.

The front door opened at 7-31.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

There will be a time when Beach Buoy can't go to the beach.

This little driftwood seat will transport him there.

19, MAY 2025.

THE SHORT PLANK.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 7, OCTOBER 2025.

 Tuesday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-31 a.m.

Having just missed the 7 a.m. club yesterday, they had come a little earlier in the hope of a chat.

It was still dark.

Sunrise was about forty minutes away,

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

They headed towards the sea.

To the north Beach Buoy spotted the 7 a.m. club working his way south.

It was a two dog day.

A pair of flashing collars flashed orange.

"Morning Paul!"

Beach Buoy waited for them to catch up.

They had a lovely chat as like minded people do.

They went in opposite directions.

Beach Buoy headed south with Another Dog.

The 7 a.m. club headed back to the north with two dogs and a band of Happy Crows.

They continued to the south.

Sunrise was approaching.

They started to make their way to the low level route.

The Sky lit up.

A Crow and a cloud.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came and went.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-13

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

They had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.

Unusual clouds captured the light.

"See you Mate."

They returned to the beach below.

To the North, Team Muzzled Dog and Team One Black Ear chatted.

They were walking then low level rout at 7-20 when the Sun showed up/

They headed back.

They greeted Teams Muzzled Dog and One Black Ear.

They chatted as the lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.

They headed back with Team One Black Ear.

They all stopped to chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn as they passed.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

Both from May.

To colour later...

BEACH  BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE 7 A.M. CLUB AND HIS CROWD OF CROWS 

14 MAY 2025.

SEATON SANDS.

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE TWO HOUR BEACH TALK.

16 MAY 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL 

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

SOMEONE HAD STOOD THE SEAT UPRIGHT.

15 MAY 2025

STUBBORN DOG STACK 

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 6 OCTOBER 2025.

 Monday morning.

Beach Buoy faffed with his coat zip.

He gave up in the end, opting for the button option.

It was 6-43 a.m.

The person that walks the car park perimeter was doing so.

He reached the Esplanade at 6-48.

The Esplanade Cyclist passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Down on the beach, along the water's edge, Beach Buoy could see the unmistakable figure of the 7 a.m. club heading south.

It was good to see him on the beach again, even though it was at a distance.

Too distant for even a distant wave.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.

To the north, Beach Buoy was pleased to see that the 7 a.m. club was chatting to Team One Black Ear.

He may get an update later?

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The tide was out as far as the wreck.

The wind was still strong but it seemed that all of the shifting sand had gone?

The first section of the beach was more like a cobbled street, with all of the softer sand gone.

He was spoilt for choice when he collected the suitable stones.

The wind from the west was very mild.

The Beachcombing Border Collie overtook them before turning to head back.

Only after Another Dog had gone on strike until they had passed.

One walked the water's edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-12 a.m.

Beach Buoy patted 

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He had a sit and think.

 The rearranged meeting man rushed southwards on the beach below.

Another Dog chose to stand in a hand-me-down coat from Borrowed Dog.

Rearranged once more, the man hurried northwards.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

It was glorious.

Thanks to the strong wind, the Dune Grasses nodded in agreement.

The Bay was spectacular.

Beach Buoy headed back.

He chatted to Team One Black Ear and fussed the two other dogs as he did so.

7 a.m. club update shared.

As they left the beach the lady with a black dog called Dylan passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD

 

THE THREE BIRD WATCHERS.

18 MAY 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

They had travelled from Bradford to see a rare bird.

They took the opportunity to watch the Little Terns too.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 5, OCTOBER 2025.

 Sunday morning.

For the second day in a row Beach Buoy had woke at 3-30.

Its not too bad in the summer.

The beach is light early on.

Autumn and winter means a wait.

The wind was still very strong.

Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.

The shifting sands would be at Another Dog's eye level.

He arrived at 6-50.

He faffed at the side of the van, trying to put on his coat in a strong wind.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the beach access ramp just before him.

It was a cold wind form the west that blew.

The tide was washing around the Seaton Carew Wreck.

Beach Buoy hadn't checked the tide times.

He wasn't sure if the wreck was coming ashore or heading out to sea?

He collected five suitable stones.

He had brought back the most recent Brakesy painted stone.

He had second thoughts about taking it.

It was in the beach bag too

To the north a group of possible sunrise seekers headed to the water's edge with a large red light.

They all leaned into the strong wind.

Beach Buoy paused near to the water's edge, to make some beach notes.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already heading back to the north.

The shifting sands snaked in the direction of the Wind Turbines.

"Sunrise" came.

Clouds behind the Turbines claimed it for themselves.

7-23 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

He patted 

THE

stone.

He added five suitable stones.

He replaced the most recent Brakesy.

He checked the level of the wildlife water bowl.

All was well...

Beach Buoy had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.

The early morning Sun tried on a cloud belt for size.

It was a cloud hat that the Sun tried on next.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy was drawn to the water's edge.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by near to the grey rocks.

The Sunlight stretched across the damp beach.

Beach Buoy stood watching the waves dance.

Spindrift.

Beach Buoy wandered to Sand Martin Corner.

He searched the shingle without success.

He headed back to the north.

A man dressed all in black headed south.

He looked like a sunshine shadow looking for somebody to share the beach with.

Corrugation.

Beach Buoy's sunshine shadow.

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper was heading back to the north along the dune edge.

A lady walked southwards along the strandline.

Her green plastic bag was more kite than bag in the strong wind.

On the ware's edge Gulls raised their wings as a shallow sea came in around them.

They looked like Victorian Ladies trying to keep their long dresses dry.

Once clear of the protection that the dune height offered, the beach was like a wind tunnel.

The shifting sands.

No good for dogs with little legs.

Beach Buoy headed back to the van.

Rita the Meter Maid braved the strong winds to check for returned coins at the parking meters.

BEACH BUOY.