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, 18 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
15 JUNE 2025.
A HOW BLESSED CHAT WITH MR.GUNN/LUNN.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE DAY THAT HE WENT TO SEE HIS TWO FAVOURITE TANK TRAPS.
7 JULY 2025.
SEATON SANDS
SAND MARTIN CORNER
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 18 NOVEMBER 2025.
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.
Seafront lights twinkled to the north.
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Beach Buoy could see red flashing lights to the south.
It was the 7 a.m. club.
He headed for them with green lights flashing, they headed for him.
They chatted.
There was a Bright Star to the south.
Beach Buoy was asked if he knew much about planets?
"About as much as l do about birds which isn't a lot."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued southwards.
They walked the water's edge for a while.
The tide was a canny way out.
They headed up to the strand-line so as not to disturb about one hundred Gulls that were stood by the sea.
He made notes in his beach book.
The white pages glowed orange in the pre-sunrise light.
They headed for the low level route.
Beach Buoy scanned the dune edge with his torch.
It was still dark enough for the torchlight to be seen.
As daylight took hold, the Bright Star to the south faded from view.
Stars fade.
People fade.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-11.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The stack timbers were heavy with frost.
He had a stand and think.
He opened his beach book to make more scribbled notes.
A page glowed pink not orange now as the light changed.
Beach Buoy looked out to sea.
It was still rough on a fairly calm day.
It was a light but cold wind that blew from the west.
Another Dog was keen to go.
Beach Buoy stood his ground for a few moments.
Payback.
"See you mate."
Another Dog won.
They returned to the beach below.
To the north, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
Sunrise was approaching.
Team One Black Ear were too.
They chatted as they made their way north.
Hugo, the dog with one black ear led the way.
They headed to the access ramp, leaving the dunes behind.
A figure came from the north.
It was bad news.
Beach Buoy's Father's friend had died yesterday.
They chatted to the son and offered deepest sympathy.
They headed up the access ramp.
The Sun came out.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 17 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
SAYING HELLO TO THE DASHING DOG.
17 NOVEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
17, NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-45.
The headphone person was walking the perimeter of the car park.
They headed to the beach.
The 7 a.m. club were already heading back to the north for a sea swim.
Beach Buoy gave them a distant wave with torchlight.
It was just under an hour to sunrise.
There was a cold wind blowing from the north.
He collected five suitable stones.
The tide was more out than it was in.
Dark clouds drifted like jigsaw pieces heading south.
It was a cold finger morning.
Two Hoods were up.
Hand were deep in pockets.
A confusing C Moon hung in the sky not far from where the Sun would rise.
If it decides to show of course.
Spots of rain came but didn't amount to much.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-08.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy had a stand and think.
"Wouldn't it be great to have a shelter up at the stack?"
Down on the below the Beachcombing Border Collie couple were beginning their search.
Beach Buoy watched rainfall cross the river.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A Lone Gull alone.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed north with the water's edge for company.
The tide had gone out enough to expose the wreck once more.
The wreck today.
The Dashing Doodle Dog came to say hello.
Under closer inspection it appeared to be more cartoon than doodle.
Big Paws and Ears.
Team Muzzled Dog headed north.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
Another distant wave was dispatched.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 16 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE WHOOSH OF GEESE OVERHEAD.
4 JUNE 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE CYCLIST TAKING A PHOTO OF HIS BIKE.
1 JUNE 2025.
THE ESPLANADE
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
SO MANY SUITABLE STONES AFTER THE STORM.
16 NOVEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 16 NOVEMBER 2025.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed on the other side of the road, heading home.
Scruffy's Mam Beep Beeped as she passed by in her VW Caddy Camper.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave.
It was 7-45 when they crossed the grassed area that once was Wooden Chalets and a putting green.
The man on the tricycle pedalled to the south.
One thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper reversed into his usual parking bay.
Down on the beach, Dylan the Dog ran.
The wind had made drifts of sand along The Esplanade.
They headed to the sea.
Parts of the beach were more like cobbled streets than a beach.
So much sand had gone.
Suitable stone were easy pickings.
The tide was well out.
There was a light breeze off the sea.
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They headed south as they always seem to do.
The beach bore the marks of rougher weather.
Lovely patterns.
They headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Sea Swimmers traded places, north of the Wreck.
Not for the first time this morning, someone went on strike.
They stood and stood.
Sea Pottery.
Once Another Dog had put her head into gear, they made their way south once more.
Dennis the Dog came over for a sniff.
His owner passed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady with a white dog and a black dog walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave as they headed to the low level route.
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"Morning Mate.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five suitable stone, collected from a wide array of choice.
It was 8-25.
He had a sit on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It was dry for the first time in days.
A man, his thoughts and reflection headed south.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Back to the North.
A Jogger and his two Doddle Dogs headed south.
Beach Buoy stopped to talk to Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
He and excellent dog Alfie hadn't been spotted on the beach recently.
Beach Buoy fussed over Alfie as the reason was shared.
Alfie had been suffering with a poorly paw.
All is well now.
To the north, a lady beach cleaned as her large and slightly confused dog looked on.
They headed back to the access ramp.
So much sand had shifted.
They headed down Elizabeth Way.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He always reaches for his phone.
They came from behind houses before flying along the pavement line.
They turned almost directly over Beach Buoy.
They flew north over the roof tops.
It felt like Geoff was there.
BEACH BUOY.
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