19 NOVEMBER 2025.
"YOU MUST BE MAD? I GET PAID TO DO THIS."
SNOWY SEATON SANDS.
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
There seemed to be a hint of the Northern lights reflecting on the white clouds to the east?
White clouds turned to grey.
It began to snow once more.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-06.
They had walked at a canny pace.
Another Dog being willing helped.
It may have been the fact that she just wanted it over and done with?
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
Another Dog sheltered behind some dune grasses as Beach Buoy stood as he made notes in his beach note book.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Another Dog was keen she pulled like a team of Huskies.
Beach Buoy headed back to the north.
It all looked as little Christmas-like.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday morning.
It had been windy and rainy for much of the night.
Beach Buoy walked to the beach alone.
Scruffy's Mam beep beeped her van horn as she passed Beach Buoy along Tees Road.
He reached the beach at 9-30.
He had been up since 1-30.
Two ladies and their little dogs braved the shifting sands.
Another Dog was safe back at base camp.
Some had to be tempted free from the sand being slightly frozen into place.
It was a good call, coming to the beach alone.
He headed towards the sea.
The strong side wind almost mould his hoods to his face.
Imagine a more colourful version of the Phantom of the Opera Mask... and a fatter face.
The wind speed picked up.
The Sun tried to show.
It sent out a beam of reflection across the wet sand.
He had a stand and think.
Falling Snow swirled around.
Snow at Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
He paused to photograph the south.
It wasn't easy.
He passed the clock tower.
Back to base camp.
BEACH BUOY.
A SEAL NEAR THE WATER'S EDGE.
5 SEPTEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
We didn't scare the Seal.
This is how will felt inside.
Beach Buoy.
Tuesday morning.
It was the first frosty windscreen for a while.
It was darker than the photographs would have one think.
Beach Buoy has lightened them as there is not much point of a few photographs of a blackboard.
It was 6-44, around 45 minutes to sunrise.
Another Dog wouldn't walk.
She was carried down to the beach.
She does seem that keen on the dark?
Beach Buoy used a hand torch as he searched for suitable stones.
Some were slightly frozen into place.