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Monday, 20 January 2025

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 20, JANUARY 2025.

 Beach Buoy went to collect Borrowed Dog.

With Another Dog on board, they drove to Seaton Park.

Team one black ear were heading home along Station Lane.

Beach Buoy flashed headlights and waved.

They parked up at 8-16 a.m.

Beach Buoy faffed.

Eventually, they headed for The Esplanade.

Rita, the meter maid was making her way down Station Lane to the Sea Front.


The tide was more in than it was out.
It was overcast.
There was a chilling breeze from the south west.


Beach Buoy and the dogs went to the water's edge.
The lady who walks the full beach went by.

A lost tennis ball was found. 
Beach Buoy moved it away from the sea, leaving it for a dog that would actually play with it.

The scene over towards the wind turbines was grey and gloomy.
The Gares, the turbines and the cliffs were just differing pencil grades.

It was a cold.
Two hoods were up.
Dual purpose.
Keep heat in.
Keep people out.
It was that type of day.
Beach blinkers 
Beach Buoy searched the shingle strips that started just about inline with the start of the dunes.
Plenty of sea pottery but all just white.
Beach Buoy held rack piece in his hand.
In his head doing a Time Team like reconstruction of the double curves.
A cup.
A saucer.
A bowl.
A plate.

He had also picked up five pieces of golden sandstone.
They walked the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.


Beach Buoy added the stones.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-03 a.m.
He patted 
THE
stone.

He thought about continuing south.

He watched the sea for a while.
He wondered why there was far more Crows than Gulls as he often does."

"See you mate."
He decided to just return to the north.
The tide was still quite high.

They returned to the beach.


Beach Buoy and the dogs chose the water's edge for company.

A couple came from the north.
Their dog looked a little like excellent dog Alfie.
The dogs sniffed.
The owners exchanged mornings.


Beach Buoy and the dogs made their way back to the van.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea 
Not a hint of it.

Up near the south end ramp, a man in a black coat with a white dog watched a lady in a white coat with a black dog head off into the dunes.

BEACH BUOY.