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Saturday, 29 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE LADY WHO DANCED WITH THE SEA.
29 NOVEMBER 2025
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
29 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park at 7-55.
The tide was more in than it was out.
There was hardly a breath of wind.
Beach Buoy fed some of the beach crows.
He collected five suitable stones.
By the time he had done so, the Village Church Bells had rang for 8 a.m.
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Some walked the water's edge with dogs.
One walked with a metal detector.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead, chatting to a couple.
Dots and dashes of Morse Code Seaweed lay to the south.
To the north too.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
They were heading back to the north.
The Tees Pilot Boat headed out of the river.
The Pilot was onboard an out bound ship.
Other vessels rested on the horizon.
Under the guidance of the Tees Pilot a ship set sail.
Others arrived.
A couple and their dog reached the grey rocks.
In recent weeks they have had the company of small elusive birds.
These are poor photographs.
Beach Buoy has no idea what they are.
Their song is sweet.
Unknowingly, the are filling the gap left by the Skylarks.
Beach Buoy can't recall hearing them before?
Two Tees Tugs left the river.
They crossed the Bay to Hartlepool.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 8-28.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy had been on a beach every day for a year today.
As if to mark the event, Brakesy had left another wonderful painted stone.
Three Oyster Catchers flew north.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think followed by a stand and think too.
Down on the beach below, a lady seemed to dance with the sea.
She stood had stood at the water's edge to take a photograph the sea.
The sea washed in.
She shuffled back to avoid wet feet.
It actually did look like dance steps.
The sea dancer headed back to the north.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog was heading south when her dogs were good and ready.
Out in the bay, the Sea Serpent danced with the sea too.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady with a white dog and a black dog was walking the low level route too.
More Wind Turbine Blades were being delivered .
Beach Buoy returned a beached Starfish to the sea.
You never know...
He scattered some more seed for a Curious Crow.
Up on the Esplanade he was given a health update from a fellow beach walker with a battle to fight.
A man was sitting on the sand out of your shoes bench, watching the wind turbine blades head to the river.
BEACH BUOY.
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