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THE LITTLE DOG THAT LOOKED LIKE IT HAD A DRINK PROBLEM.

4, FEBRUARY 2025.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

4, FEBRUARY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Tuesday.

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the Park car park at 8-16 a.m.

They headed for the beach.

A delightful small black dog trotted towards them.

It had a plastic bottle in its mouth.

The dog has it gripped tightly by the neck.

It looked as if the little dog had a big drink problem.

The two beach tractors were clearing Station Lane Access Ramp.

Beach Buoy and the dogs accessed the beach via the set of steps to the south.

It was 8-22 a.m.

It was Sunny.

It was windy.

There was some shifting sand.

Beach Buoy carried out a mental risk assessment.

It would be fine.

A beach-found football rocked from side to side in the wind.

 Exposed beach stones were keeping it in place.

A man with two black dogs was heading south along the water's edge.

A lady with a tall Terrier-type dog headed to the north.

Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south along the water's edge.

He gathered five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

Up on the strand-line, the man with the chocolate Labrador marched towards the big slope.

A large, but harmless Labradoodle came over.

It was more Labra than doodle.

It just looked like a Labrador in need of a shave.

Borrowed Dog scared it off with a bark.

A Little Black Dog came over next.

Again, Borrowed Dog saw it off with a bark.

Beach Buoy searched some shingle strips.

If you ever meet a Mermaid, you might notice her eyes.

Like rock pools.

Full of the Ocean..

Today, Beach Buoy found a rock pool that looked like a Mermaid's eye.

They made their way to the low level route.

They paused under a Mackeral sky 

It was sheltered from the wind down on the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 9-04.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE

 stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

Someone had placed a piece of plastic on top of the driftwood.

Beach Buoy decided to leave it for now.

Much more annoyingly, some prat had dumped a dog poo bag nearby.

Beach Buoy cursed them.

HE REALLY DID!

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

A February fly flew close by.

They headed back.

Up ahead, a couple were heading south with their dog.

They plonked themselves up on a dune edge slope.

"What a pair of plonkers!"

Beach Buoy thought, in the nicest possible way.

One plonker stayed putt. 

The other plonker went to the sea with their dog. 

Even the dog was a plonker.

The plonkers traded places.

Dune edge to sea.

Sea to dune edge.

Up on The Esplanade, two ladies headed south, side by side.

One was walking quickly, the other jogging slowly.

They talked at the same speed.

BEACH BUOY.

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"YOU MISSED A STUNNING SUNRISE."

3, FEBRUARY 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 3, FEBRUARY 2025.

 Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the Park car park at 8-15 a.m.

As they crossed over to the Esplanade, Team One Black Ear were there.

They were on the way home.

"You missed a stunning sunrise."

"Great."

They chatted a little more before going their separate ways.

A Tractor Driver sat at the top of the Station Lane access ramp.

He was waiting for a key.

They reached the beach at 8-23.

There was a light breeze from the south west.

The Sun was bright.

The tide was well in.

They headed south.

A lady with a dog headed west 

A lady with a dog headed north.

A lady with a dog headed east.

A lady with a dog headed east.

They were all different ladies.

They were all different dogs.

Beach Buoy and his dogs, headed south.

The Sun and a swiggle.

Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.

That breeze felt like more of a wind on the open beach.

A Border Collie came over to say hello.

The south seemed to be theirs?

A crow has other ideas.

The bird made a racket with moves like a cat coughing up a fur balls.

The man with the Chocolate Labrador overtook.

They were off to claim the big slope.

An unlikely looking jogger went by, heading north into the bright sun.

At a distance two boxer dogs seemed to be

following him.

One managed to keep contact with him.

The other seemed lost, heading into the dunes.

The thought of lost dogs makes Beach Buoy very anxious.

Eventually, the jogger ran back north minus one dog.

He called it. 

Nothing.

He climbed up on the dune edge.

Nothing.

Beach Buoy spotted the missing dog, way to the north.

He shouted and pointed.

They were reunited.

Thank you ?

Nothing.

Beach Buoy wandered to the low level route, wondering about "some people."

"Morning Mate."

It was 9-09.

Beach Buoy added some stones stones 

He patted 

THE 

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He watched the rippled sea folded onto the beach below.

He was trying to cherish

Every day.

Every hour 

Every minute.

Every second.

"See you mate."

They returned to the Beach.

They returned to the beach below.

The lady who loves the sea, was up on the dune heights with her German Shepherd and companion.

Beach Buoy left the south behind.

It's shingle and sunshine.

An unusual bottle stopper.

Shame that it was damaged.

They headed back to the van.

The tide was well out by now but the wreck was still at sea.

BEACH BUOY.

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THE SAUNA SEA SWIMMERS.

2, FEBRUARY 2025.

SEATON SANDS

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 2, FEBRUARY 2025.

 

Another Dog in her favourite mode.

Beach Buoy woke her.

He carried her to the van.

Somehow she manages to make herself twice her weight whenever this takes place.

They took the short drive to Seaton Park.

Beach Buoy closed the side door of the van.

They set off for the beach.

There ahead was a Seaton Snooks Tea Room Card in waiting...

A man was heading back to the Car Park.

Bulldog on lead and a massive lump of tree over one shoulder.

Beach Buoy imagined the dog saying.

"He wouldn't come off the beach unless he could bring his stick."

They reached a bright and breezy beach.

It was 9-16 a.m.

The Sauna tent was set up near to The Esplanade Wall.

It wobbled in the breeze like a jelly.

The breeze was from the south west.

It was chilly.

The tide was well out.

In the distance, Beach Buoy could see that the wreck was almost ashore.

From the Sea Front, the sound of empty bottles being tipped into a recycling bin cascaded across the beach.

Two men left the comfort of the sauna tent, making a fairly long and very chilly walk to the sea.

Two ladies in long coats took photographs of the two sauna swimmers heading into the water.

The two men must have only been in the sea a minute or two.

They marched back to the warmth of the sauna tent.

A quiet life.

Walking a dog by the water's edge.

Beach Buoy paused.

He faced the Headland.

With the cold breeze and his back, he rubbed his hands together to chase the chill.

At  the water's edge, three Gulls turned into chickens as a single crow scattered them from a scrap of food.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the wreck.

It was just coming ashore.

The tide was heading out.

They continued south, into the light.

Up on the dunes, the lady who loves the sea walked with her German Shepherd and companion.

Beach Buoy  crossed over to the strand-line.

He gathered five suitable stones, ready for the stack.

Down in a sand gully where shingle lay, a lady beachcombed.

She was talking on her phone as she searched.

Any possible finds were being turned by a ballerina-type pointed toe.

The most elegant of all of the recognised beachcombing styles.

Seven men walked the beach northwards.

These were the men Beach Buoy had thought were disappointed golfers 

They were just doing a regular beach walk 

Beach Buoy named them,

The Lost Golfers.

Up on the highest of all of the dunes heights, a lady sat with her dog.

It looked to be one of the best of places and situations.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn caught up 

They chatted.

Excellent dog Alfie had become lost on Thursday.

Thankfully all was good.

They went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

10-02 a.m.

Beach Buoy added the beach stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He felt like dancing in the breeze with the swaying Marram Grass.

Meanwhile, back in the real world...

He sat and watched the beach.

Two horses were heading to the Pier.

"See you mate."

They continued south along the dune edge.

Another Dog paused.

She back-kicked sand into Beach Buoy's face.

They crossed grey rocks near the tank traps.

No finds to be had.

They began to go northwards, back towards the village 

The small lifeboat came over to The Sea Serpent Marker.

It's good that they check in him from time to time.

They continued north.

They were overtaken by two men of varying heights.

"Going back to last week, the only day..."

They stepped out of earshot.

Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed on the beach below.

Up ahead three people and a wonderful dog.

From a distance it looked like a cross between a Collie and an Old English Sheep dog.

Face:- White.

Body:- Grey

Tail:- Black 

It looked wonderful.

The three led the way.

Beach Buoy followed.

Up ahead a large group of people and dogs.

In no time Beach Buoy was walking in a sea of Dachshunds.

More than a dozen, less than twenty.

Now you know...

They continued north.

On the return journey, the wreck was well ashore.

A crow landed as Beach Buoy readied to take the photograph as though there was a charge to pay to allow photography and he would be the one collecting it.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

NOT TOGETHER BUT NOT ALONE

LIKE PORT AND STARBOARD.

1, FEBRUARY, 2025 

SEATON SANDS, 

HARTLEPOOL.

A man in green stood looking at the sea, nearby, a lady in red did the same.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 1, FEBRUARY, 2025.

Beach Buoy had been up since 3 a.m...

Beach Buoy and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park at 7-56 a.m.

They had passed Rita the Meter Maid, her search had began.

Beach Buoy crossed the main road.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The very very wet retriever was being placed in the back of a car that would shortly be very very wet.

They reached the beach at 8-02.

Some of the sea swimmers set off from below the village green.

It was overcast with a chilly breeze from the south west.

Two joggers headed south.

The tide was out, but not as far out as the wreck, not just yet.

A man was heading north with his Doodle Dog.

The dog trotted over.

It dropped it's orange ball at Beach Buoy's feet.

Beach Buoy obliged, kicking the ball in the general direction of it's owner. 

But not with the accuracy of an intentional ball launcher.

Team one black ear gave a distant wave which was returned.

The jogging half of Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

Again distant waves were shared.

There were no beach tractors today.

The wind and the sea work the weekend shifts.

Sea pottery in the shingle.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stack stones from the same patch of shingle.

Up near the dunes, a couple sat on a driftwood bench as they watched their Border Collie play.

They walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 8-42.

Beach Buoy added the stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

"See you mate."

Back along the low level route.

North to clear the grey rocks.

Then continue south to the Tank Traps.

Two of the Tank Traps were reminiscing.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head back.

The beach was wider now.

The tide was going out.

The wreck was well on show ...

A grey horse and a brown horse stood by the sea.

As did a lady in a red coat, near to but not with a man in green coat.

Like Port and Starboard.

Alone, but somehow together.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE BAREFOOT LADY WHO LEFT HER CHILDHOOD AT THE WATER'S EDGE.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL 

31, JANUARY 2025.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 31, JANUARY, 2025.

 Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park.

It was 8-15 a.m.

They crossed over to The Esplanade.

On the beach below, at the water's edge, an early morning horse headed north.

It was overcast.

Not too cold.

The Sun was trying to shine.

Team one black ear were heading north.

Milo, the borrowed dog was still around.

The gent was shaken.

"I've been sent flying."

Milo the borrowed dog had been chased by a dog on the loose.

Somehow in the kerfuffle, the gentleman had been floored.

Beach Buoy checked if he was alright.

He said that he was.

He said that the other dog's owner just hurried off!

Typical Blabbermouth behaviour.

They went their separate ways.

The tractor tasks were still ongoing.

The light was glorious.

They approached the wreck.

The horse and it's rider headed south.

The wreck today.

They continued south.

Twelve Crows chased a Gull .

Sea pottery.

The man with the chocolate Labrador marched south the big slope.

"Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle, looks just like a diamond ring."

John Prine.

Far from me.

"Morning Mate."

It was 9-02.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He sat and thought.

A ship headed for the river.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn passed by on the beach below.

They shared distant waves.

Excellent Dog Alfie followed behind.

His name is Alfie.

He is excellent.

A lady with two dogs, headed south on the water's edge.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach via the low level route.

A lady walked southwards.

She took photographs on her phone as she walked.

The lady with two dog wrote a message in the sand.

Beach Buoy and the dogs returned to the north.

A man headed south.

He had a Labrador for a companion.

The waggy dog was happy with life and the driftwood stick gripped in its mouth.

Industrial tornadoes, down by the river. 

Two crew members, headed to the wreck.

The tide had gone out so quickly.

The wreck was well ashore now.

The lady who had been taking photographs, had gone barefoot in the sea.

Eventually she left the sea and her childhood behind.

Every step towards The Esplanade brought her back.

Beach Buoy followed horse tracks.

It made a change from tractors.

BEACH BUOY.