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.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE DAY THEY ALL STOPPED TO LOOK OUT TO  SEA.

30, JANUARY, 2025.

SEATON SANDS, 

HARTLEPOOL 

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 30, JANUARY 2025.

 Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to Seaton Park Car Park.

The van has been frosted up first thing...

They passed Rita the Meter Maid and Team one black ear as they did so.

They arrived at 8-17 a.m.

They set off for the beach.

There was a chilly breeze from the West.

The tide was well out once more.

Mr.Gunn /Lunn waved from The Esplanade.

He and excellent dog Alfie were going to be joing the beach at the southernmost ramp.

Beach Buoy returned the distant wave.

It was such a bright morning.

Although there was a breeze from the west, some of the Wind Turbines seemed confused as to which was to rotate to face it.

The beach tractors were already busy moving sand.

Seven Crows were following them along the beach.

One in particular was being very vociferous.

A Blabbermouth with a dog of the lead was up near the dunes.

The whole beach got to "share" his beach experience.

The wreck today.

A lady walked the water's edge. She stopped to take a photograph of 

a tractor-by-the-sea.

By now Mr.Gunn/Lunn was about half way along the beach.

The lady who loves the sea, walked the dune heights with her German Shepherd.

She later joined the beach, headed south.

Draining sea water looked like an alligator's back.

Three Oyster Catchers headed north out on the sea like skimmed stones.

Two hoods were up.

Sunglasses were on.

Beach Buoy paused a while.

He looked out to sea.

He listened to it.

He set off for the low level route.

He gathered five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

From the north a blabber or two drifted by in the wind.

Mr. Mouth still womping on.

"Morning Mate. 

It was 9-13.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

The driftwood plank with plenty of rust was frosted..

Beach Buoy just stood.

"See you mate."

The returned to beach.

Back

A joke.

Eight not in use signs 

E I G H T.

A joke!

🤡

Open the Clock Tower toilets!!!!!

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE DAY THAT THEY WENT NORTH TO THE STACK 

28, JANUARY 2025.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE UNEXPECTED DRIFTWOOD BENCH.

SEATON SANDS.

29, JANUARY 2025.

BEACH BUOY.

29, JANUARY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They had parked in Seaton Park at 7-37 a.m.

They set off for The Esplanade and the sea beyond.

As they crossed the main road, Beach Buoy could see a wonderful gold and peach glow on the beach.

Trouble was, Another Dog had stopped for a sniff.

A very long sniff.

The wonderful colours faded second by second, as did Beach Buoy's chances of capturing it on a photograph.

They eventually made it to the beach as a Beach Tractor trundled in a nice but not spectacular light.

Sea swimmers headed to the sea. 

Screams heralded their arrival.

Spots of rain began to fall.

The light was good but not as good as it had been.

Run to the sea.

More wind-blown sand took back to the water's edge.

One half of Team Muzzled Dog jogged northwards, with her Border Collie.

Too far away for even a distant wave.

One half of the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed south with his dog.

The lady who loves the beach was walking the dune heights with her German Shepherd.

The wreck came into view.

The light was strange at times.

One of those days.

The wreck today...

 A single ray of light and one half of the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple.

The spots of rain had amounted to just that.

One ray of light became 

four.

five,

Six.

There were soon more Rays than at a 

"My name is Ray convention in Connecticut.

Beach Buoy gathered stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

They walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 8-34.

Beach Buoy added some suitable stones.

He patted

THE 

stone.

He watched the sea a while.

"See you mate."

Hey continued south on and just below the dunes edge.

All of the searchable shingle was buried by sand.

An unexpected driftwood bench.

Slightly further south than the abandoned site of Camp Distant Wave.

They had a short sit.

They continued south more.

They crossed Grey Rocks to return to the beach.

There were no finds today.

They returned to the north.

One Gull "Island."

The wreck and a tractor.

Busy.

The Tractors leave wonderful tracks everywhere.

A man in an orange coat walked to the south along the water's edge.

BEACH BUOY.

IF ONLY WE HAD.

 

When Beach Buoy would arrive at work, his mate Geoff would arrive at the same time.

Most probably 98 times out of 100.

It was a five minute walk to the clock and locker room.

Often, Geoff would say " l really don't want to be here."

Beach Buoy had two replies.

"There will be someone somewhere, laying in hospital, waiting for something horrible to happen. They would long for an ordinary day, just walking to work."

Or.

"Let's turn back, go to Whitby in the van, my treat."

If only...

When Geoff took ill, Beach Buoy rang him every Friday.

Geoff was always to and from Hospitals, at times in.

He said on one phone call, "You know what you used to say about being ill, just wanting an ordinary day?  You were right. That's all l want, an ordinary day...

BEACH BUOY.