Thursday, 6 March 2025
Wednesday, 5 March 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
"I'M HERE."
STUBBORN DOG STACK,
SEATON SANDS,
HARTLEPOOL.
22, FEBRUARY 2025.
BEACH BUOY.
5, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived before sunrise.
Unfortunately it took place behind closed doors today.
They set off southwards.
The 7 a.m. club were to the north, also heading south.
Distant waves.
"Morning Paul!"
drifted across the beach.
Gulls filled the sky like wind-blown litter.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
They walked and talked a while.
Scruffy's mam stopped to pick up a piece of sea glass.
"I collect glass."
They exchanged sea glass stories, including one about the rudest piece of Seaglass she had ever found.
😂
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After their chat the 7 a.m. club headed back.
There was a sea to be swam.
Driftwood washed ashore.
It was a canny day.
Bit blowy but not bad at all.
Beach Buoy gathered suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-06.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog had a sit and think too.
Although it was quite blowy, the sea was just rippled.
No big waves.
The high tide came ashore gently, breaking at the very last moment.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Team one black ear had just arrived at the grey rocks.
They headed back north together.
Clouds.
They walked and talked their way back with Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy went beyond the van chatting, plenty of time afterall.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy headed south to the van along The Esplanade.
The lady with a tall Terrier walked the strand-line.
Sometimes Geoff Comes too.
Always really.
Beach Buoy drove off.
Rita the meter maid was doing her rounds.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn was driving to the beach.
Beach Buoy and all of them, characters of a big clockwork toy.
BEACH BUOY.
Tuesday, 4 March 2025
JUST A BIKE RIDE. 4, MARCH 2025.
Churchyard Seaton Carew.
Rest in Peace.
For those found without a name.
Rest in Peace.
Holy Trinity Church,
Seaton Carew
Church Street, leads straight to the sea and Church.
North along The Esplanade.
Tees Bay Wind Turbines.
9 of 27.
Tees Bay Wind Turbines.
18 of 27
27 of 27.
Nine in a line.
The scene back on Seaton Carew Beach, as seen from upstairs on an imaginary double decker bus.
BEACH BUOY.
4, MARCH. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Sandy Car Park.
They arrived on the beach at 6-41 a.m.
The 7 a.m.club had cut short their walk and were already heading back to the north.
Off for a swim with the other Brass Monkeys.
A lady in grey, headed to the car park with her two dogs.
If she had waited just a moment, she would have seen the sunrise at 6-44.
The tide was well in.
It was a narrow beach today.
The Sun cleared the horizon.
The very very wet retriever came from the south.
It dropped it's ball for Beach Buoy to kick.
It was a poor kick.
The dog seemed to take pity, offering Beach Buoy a second attempt.
Beach Buoy made a slightly better attempt.
It's owner passed by,
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy noticed a lady heading south along the water's edge.
He moved up towards the dunes edge leaving the water's edge for her.
She walked ahead.
She sat on a driftwood log.
She crouched behind it to take a photograph.
Another Dog was spooked.
The brakes went on.
Beach Buoy carried her
The lady commented on the carrying situation.
They chatted.
The lady loves the sound of the sea.
"The beach sets you up for the day ."
Beach Buoy agreed.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked the low level route.
Team One Black gave a distant wave from the north.
It was returned.
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"Morning Mate."
It was 7-14 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a short sit in the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He had noticed two dogs on the way to the stack via the "easy" route.
Although not mentioned on the blog , there had been a recent incident with them at the stack.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
One last look.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He grabbed his phone.
Click.
They were heading north above the dunes.
The sunlight was gorgeous.
The sea washed onto the beach.
Team one black ear were up ahead, heading north.
The young lady with a Yorkshire Terrier was heading south.
The Yorkshire Terrier playfully chased Hugo and his one black ear. As the owners chatted briefly.
They went their seperate ways.
Beach Buoy was next on the old man with a dog conveyor belt.
He chatted to the young lady as her Yorkshire Terrier rolled around on its back.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the access ramp.
The man with three dogs who once had four, gave a distant wave as he began his beach walk
The wave was returned.
Back at the van ..
"Morning."
"Morning.
One third of Team Mick Aston had just parked up.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 3 March 2025
3, MARCH 2025. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
Just bike ride from Seaton Carew to Hartlepool Marina.
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New fence along Esplanade.
Beach Buoy's Dad had a cabin where the motorhome is now.
Lock Gates.
Cycling back to Seaton.
Tide way out.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 3, MARCH 2025.
Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach in the van.
They parked up at 6-23 a.m.
It looked like they had arrived on Mars.
A man and dog headed north.
Another man headed north, his big dog headed for Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
Beach Buoy scooped up Another Dog.
All was fine the dog was friendly.
The man was apologetic.
All was good.
They had a nice chat.
The big dog was a cross between a Red Setter and a Poodle.
An Irish Doodle or Setterpoo.
Nice clouds to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
They had a brief chat with the 7 a.m. club.
The tide was well in.
There was hardly a breeze on the beach.
Out in the open bay, the wind turbines spun.
Sun up 6-48.
Clear of horizon 6-52.
Sunrise.
The low level route starts when the grey rocks do too.
About to set off along the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
As they walked the low level route, four Oyster Catchers flew by, heading north.
They whistled as if each had a sheep dog on the beach.
"Morning Mate."
7-07.
As Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone, two Skylarks passed by directly overhead in full song.
🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
Beach Buoy added five stones to the stack.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
It was a lovely start to the day.
The Skylark's return was a step in the right direction.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the low level route and then the beach itself.
He headed back northwards with Team One Black Ear.
They talked all of the way to the Splash Pad.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy doubled back on the Esplanade towards the van.
One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper were up near the Clock Tower.
Distant waves were shared.
Not local, but best of luck.
As he approached the van, he saw not not Beach Buoy walking northwards.
They passed one another.
"Morning."
"How do."
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 2 March 2025
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 2, MARCH 2025.
An afternoon visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
There was no rush.
They left the house around 1-06 p.m.
arriving at the beach around twenty minutes later.
It was sunny.
There was a pleasant breeze from the west.
One of the many happy dogs on this afternoon's beach.
The Coastal Cabin was doing good business.
Family fun.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Pigeons landed nearby.
One was completely white.
Beach Buoy imagined the others had tricked him.
"We are all going to the seaside but you have to wear a Gull costume..."
Out in the bay, two Tees Tugs returned from Hartlepool to their riverside base.
A couple of horse riders trotted around.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Along the low level route.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 2-06.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog was chilled. She just laid flat, looking out to sea.
Beach Buoy watched as a dogless couple to the north, traded places with a dogless couple from the south on the beach.
A group of seven people and a couple of dogs came through the dunes from the south.
Beach Buoy stood.
"Hello there."
"Hiya."
The group walked the "easy" route, down the big slope, back to the beach below.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dropped down to the low level route.
They returned to the beach.
The large group were up ahead, leading the way.
On the walk back Beach Buoy was nearly hit by a launched ball.
Three times.
Three.
A couple behind were throwing it for their dog.
It was if they could only throw directly ahead.
Beach Buoy stopped dead in his tracks.
He let them pass.
Sometimes you just have to give up trying to push a pushchair on sand.
A breezy sit on The Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy watched a man fly a kite by the sea.
A lady passed by on the beach quietly singing,
"Let's go fly a kite."
BEACH BUOY.
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