SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

19 NOVEMBER 2025.

"YOU MUST BE MAD? I GET PAID TO DO THIS."

SNOWY SEATON SANDS.

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

20 NOVEMBER 2025.

DANGER ON A SNOWY ACCESS RAMP.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

20 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS , HARTLEPOOL.

It had snowed overnight.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at a snowy car park at 6-45.

Another Dog was surprisingly keen.

 The Esplanade was dusted with snow.

They headed down the beach access ramp, keeping an eye open for winter ski jumpers that may want to share the ramp.

They headed to the beach.

Horizontal snow from the north had just stopped.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They were as stubborn as they were suitable.

Beach Buoy had to kick them to free them from the frozen sands,

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.

They walked the low level route.

"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.

Once again the snow was head on.

Mr Gunn/Lunn came from the north.

Beach Buoy made a big fuss of Excellent Dog Alfie.

It was Basil Thursday too.

He barked at Another Dog and she barked back at him.

They chatted a while before heading off.

The Young Lady with the Yorkshire Terrier was just setting off along the beach.

Her Little Dog trotted over.

Beach Buoy made a fuss of it.

They Chatted a short while before going their own way.

Beach Buoy headed back to the north.

It all looked as little Christmas-like.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 19, NOVEMBER 2025.

 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.

The cold wind from the north blew shifting sands to the dunes.

Two ladies and their little dogs braved the shifting sands.

Another Dog was safe back at base camp.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

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.

A lone figure up ahead.

The wind speed picked up.

It became darker.

Rain and hail came like bullets.

He continued to the wreck.

The wreck today.

It was hard to tell if the tide was coming in or out?

The strong wind just seemed to blow breaking waves southwards to the river.

The Sun tried to show.

It sent out a beam of reflection across the wet sand.

The two ladies gathered up their windswept dogs, returning north.

A ship left the river for a stormy sea.

It was cold.

Snow began to travel horizontally across the beach.

A Professional Dog Walker emerged from the dunes.

He had six dogs.

They had chatted months before,

"Morning."

"Morning, You must be mad? I get paid to do this."

They all headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.

The dog walker was cutting back through the dunes.

The dog walker and merry bunch headed back to their vehicle.

10-01.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a stand and think.

Falling Snow swirled around.

Snow at Stubborn Dog Stack.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy returned to the beach.

The snow had begun to lay on the beach.

The wind was wild.

It was a case of zip up, hoods up and head down.

He couldn't look ahead.

He just kept his head down.

He paused to photograph the south.

It wasn't easy.

The snow was head on from the north.

He passed the clock tower.

Back to base camp.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

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.

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.

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.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

SAYING HELLO TO THE DASHING DOG.

17 NOVEMBER 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.