ALFIE'S NEW COAT AND FLASHING COLLAR.
24 NOVEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy.
Monday, 24 November 2025
24, NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
6-48 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived .
A Jogger was jogging around the dark car park.
It had been raining heavily overnight.
They headed down the wet beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy scanned the beach with his torch.
He located five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
There may have been a hint of the northern lights once more?
They headed to the water's edge.
It was a short walk today.
The tide was well in.
They headed south.
There was a strong wind from the north east.
It wasn't as cold as one would expect on a dark and windy November morning.
Beach Buoy pulled down his two hoods.
It was good to be alive.
Feel the wind.
Watch the waves.
Breath.
Nothing is taken for granted.
The tide was making its way out.
There was a figure behind them to the north.
It turned out to be Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.
Beach Buoy hadn't recognised them as they came south in the half light.
Alfie was wearing a new coat and flashing red collar.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little dog that was as smart as a carrot.
The owners chatted before going their own route.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
They climbed the small sandy slope that led to Stubborn Dog Stack.
7-15.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five stones that he had deemed to be suitable.
Ruby.
He had a stand and think.
He remembered the past.
He savoured the present.
He wondered about the future.
Gulls hung in the air above the dune edge.
"See you mate."
With a glance and a wave back at the stack, they walked the low level route once more.
Back to the north.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with his three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The remainder of the conversation was carried off into the dunes by the wind off the sea.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed south at the base of the dune edge.
"Morning."
"Morning."
with accompanying waves.
A lovely morning.
The dashing dog with a touch of Doodle came to say hello.
The owners passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Clouds to the north suggested rain.
As usual, more Crows than Gulls on the beach once light had arrived.
Team Muzzled Dog approached.
They had the briefest of chats in passing.
Then they were dots in the distance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the car park.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple arrived as they left.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 23 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
FOUR MEN WALKING.
23 NOVEMBER 2025
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
NOT NOT BEACH BUOY
22 NOVEMBER 2025.
THE ESPLANADE
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
23 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They were a little later than usual.
It had been pouring down around 7 a.m.
They arrived at 9-25.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was way out.
The wreck was on show.
Horses / Ponies arrived.
They headed south.
There was a strong breeze from the south.
It was not too hot.
It was not too cold.
Goldilocks would have loved it.
Four men came down to the beach from the low level route.
They headed north to the Village.
Te Horses /Ponies did too.
They made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate,"
It was 9-55.
Beach Buoy added the suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
All but one of the Wind Turbines spun.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south along the undulating heights of the dune edge.
The man who sometimes sleeps down near the sea headed towards the Village.
They have chatted a few times.
He's a good man who seems happy with his chosen lot.
It can't be easy carrying you world with you everywhere.
Maybe doing that, he can leave other life burdens behind?
The Sun came out.
Another dog led the way!
They had a wander around the tank traps.
Lots of sand had gone from Sand Martin Corner.
There were no finds.
Beach Buoy couldn't recall the last time that he found a sea alley.
It had been a while.
They headed back.
Two men stood with their dog, looking at the grey rocks.
"They must be pure granite?"
"Morning."
"Morning."
As they headed back to the north, others walked the dune edge.
Some stopped to photograph the sea.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They were walking a later beach too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Too wet earlier."
"Too wet."
The Sea Serpent showed up.
Two Greyhounds ran by the sea,
One in a red coat, the other blue.
They crossed the car park on foot.
Beach Buoy liked the look of clouds to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
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Beach Buoy.
Paul.
This Paul.
Saturday, 22 November 2025
22 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS , HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog drove to the beach car park.
They arrived at 7 a.m.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just crossing the car park on foot as they walked to the beach.
The man with the Rottweiler and a back pack passed by as Beach Buoy faffed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Getting colder now."
"Yeah."
They headed down to the beach in the half light.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well out.
A cold wind blew from the south west.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Greetings were shared.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the low level route.
Glimpses of The Sea Serpent.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning mate."
it was 7-34.
He patted
THE
stone,
He added five more.
He had a sit and think.
He chatted to both Geoff and Stubbon Dog for a while.
"See you mates."
He just knew that they were there today.
They returned to the beach.
He gave a distant wave back to the stack as they left.
They headed back north on the beach.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
"Morning."
"Morning, it's changed again."
"Yes but still O.K."
As they headed back, they stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
A quick "Morning." to the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to the man who had shared his story.
Heavy and light topics.
They had a good chat and an update was given
The Wreck was on show once more.
Not not Beach Buoy and his Little rang for the water's edge to the Esplanade as they always do.
Their paths crossed on The Esplanade.
"How do?"
"O.K., you?"
"Winter's here."
Not Not Beach Buoy and his little dog headed north.
Why Not Not Beach Buoy?
He always wore an Orange Coat.
He was called Not Beach Buoy.
Then other times he would wear a dark coat.
On those days, he was Not Not Beach Buoy.
BEACH BUOY.
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