SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 27, JANUARY 2025.

It was a new beach book day.

Beach Buoy did a school run, collecting Borrowed Dog was part of the deal.

Beach Buoy passed his old infant/ junior school.

He was ink and milk monitor.

Did well not to become confused.

He passed "that" field.

The field were aged 9, Beach Buoy stood.

He had on the school C team shirt on.

It was to be his trial 

He started as substitute.

Waiting eagerly.

Half time ...

Still waiting...

A minute before full time a horrified teacher, Mr.Illingworgh realised.

Time for a substitute.

Off came Arthur Jenkins with muddy boots and a glare.

On trotted Beach Buoy.

Full time whistle.

That was it 

Over half a century later.

Recalled like it was yesterday.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They had parked in Seaton Park.

8-14 a.m.

After a faff they set off for the beach.

A milky Sun was up.

The tide was way out.

There was a chill in the breeze from the south west.

A lady headed south along the strand-line with her Terrier.

A man walked his German Shepherd by the sea.

A Beach Tractor trundled northwards.

The sound of a bad news siren echoed and rebounded off the sea front buildings.

The wreck today.

Beach Buoy and the dogs continued south.

Beach Buoy collected five sandy-coloured stones that were suitable for the stack.

View from the low level route.

The frost had gone.

No one to the north.

One man and his dog down by the Pier 

It's great to see some of the old television shows making a comeback.

"Morning Mate.".

It was 9-04.

Beach Buoy added five suitable and sandy stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

He watched the sea..

"See you mate."

Down to the beach.

North to clear the grey rocks..south once more to the Tank Traps.

South into bright sunlight and a not unpleasant breeze.

Sand had claimed much of the searchable shingle.

A couple of pieces of sea glass.

Left "as agreed."

Some of the Tank Traps have faired better than others.

A twitter mate came along with his two splendid dogs.

They chatted and walked for a while.

"Morning!".X3

Mr Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie passed by.

They all went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy returned north.

A man was heading south with his two dogs.

It was a stranger to Beach Buoy but he raised a hand.

"Morning." said Beach Buoy.

"Morning Paul."

The man knew Beach Buoy well, worked with him.

They chatted.

They went their separate ways.

Least it wasn't Arthur Jenkins...

BEACH BUOY.