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

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.

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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.

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SAYING HELLO TO THE DASHING DOG.

17 NOVEMBER 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

William Grainger. S.G.M. 1864-1946

 

Paul.

Still looking out to sea.

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.