PAY AND DISMAY
THE SEA TAX.
16, MARCH 2025.
SANDY CAR PARK,
SEATON CAREW,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Monday, 31 March 2025
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 31, MARCH 2025.
Three overnight HGVs
Drivers chatted with engines running.
A man parked up.
It looked like he was on the way to work?
He went to the Esplanade Wall.
He looked out into the Bay.
He returned to his car .
He drove off.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the southernmost access ramp at 6-16 a.m.
The tide was a fair way in.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
A white rose laid on the strand-line.
With the clocks going forward for Spring, sunrises will be beginning with a six again for a while.
They headed south along the water's edge.
Someone had left behind their rubbish after a large firework display.
Perhaps they had been set off for Mother's Day.
It was Mother's Day yesterday.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers stood by the sea.
Sadly, what was inside the fireworks, ended up back down in the beach once the rockets had burnt out.
The Sun came up.
It was 6-38.
The birds stood like sunrise seekers.
Ruby.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-50 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Someone had thrown away the
BE NICE BE HAPPY brick.
Beach Buoy replaced it before taking today's Stack photograph.
He had a sit and think on a driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
As he stood to go, a Skylark began to sing.
In the dunes, a Pheasant creaked.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Team One Black Ear were at their chosen driftwood seat.
(Milo still hadn't gone home.)
They all headed back to the north.
Chatting as they walked.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
Beach Buoy collected what he could of the fireworks mess.
The Esplanade bins were full.
Beach Buoy laid his beachcombed firework rubbish nearby for collection later.
They chatted at the sand out of your shoes bench.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE DISMOUNTED CYCLIST.
15, MARCH 2025.
THE ESPLANADE,
SEATON CAREW,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Sunday, 30 March 2025
30, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday.
After missing out on an early trip to elsewhere, Another Dog stood on guard duty at the front door.
"You're not leaving me next time."
Little did she know that the next stop was the beach.
They had parked up in Seaton Park
at 9-54 a.m.
They crossed the Esplanade.
They headed down the Station Road access ramp.
Once on the beach a little dog began to run to them.
"Is it OK if she says hello?"
It was.
The little dog was called Daisy.
The owners chatted.
The man went on to say he had lived here 25 years.
He came from Wolverhampton.
A Wanderers fan.
They went their separate ways.
The beach was bright and breezy, the tide way out.
A detectorist scanned the beach.
It was a long walk with such a low tide.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the wreck.
The wreck today.
Beach Buoy has began to photograph Gulls to help him draw them a little more accurately.
Up on the strand-line two dog walkers dragged driftwood.
Another Gull.
It was bright.
Not full Bright Yellow Sun, just a crisp white light.
Another Gull.
Click.
The timbers of a second wreck can show sometimes.
The tide has to be low.
As you can see the tide is way out beyond this second wreck.
The second wreck today.
Family groups walked with their dogs.
Beach Buoy turned to the dunes.
He gathered five suitable stones.
He and Another Dog walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 10-52.
The Brakesy painted stone had gone.
☹️
Beach Buoy added the suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat in the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He wondered about the stone thief.
Oddly it seemed to be less windy up on the dunes.
They had a hint of the full warmth of the Sun.
For a while it was more than peaceful.
For a moment or two, both Beach Buoy and Another Dog nodded off.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
To the low level route.
Dune folk stood on a raised dune.
A family walked the water's edge like mountaineers.
Tied together for safety.
A Loss of three Metal Detectorists walked south on the strand-line.
The Seafront.
Beach Art by Others.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 29 March 2025
29, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off to catch the Sunrise.
Another Dog was so excited...
They reached Sandy Car Park not long before sunrise.
They headed down the southernmost access ramp.
A lady was sat with a coffee on the sloping wall of the ramp.
It was obvious that she was hoping for a visible sunrise.
Beach Buoy spoke upon passing.
"Morning, 5-44 sunrise today."
"Yes, I'm hoping the cloud doesn't spoil it."
There was a very faint covering, more a very light and distant mist.
"I think it should be fine." said Beach Buoy as he and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Up on The Esplanade, near the south end a man rested on the Esplanade Wall.
He was waiting for the Sunrise too.
It was due in a matter of minutes.
Beach Buoy walked a little faster.
He didn't want to spoil anyone's sunrise photographs.
Beach Buoy plonked down behind a sandy mound.
Some had began to form out from the actual dunes.
He was out of sight of the other sunrise seekers now.
The sun came up.
Every sunrise feels so special.
Beach Buoy looked north.
The lady from the access ramp had moved to a position on the beach.
She was sat, taking photographs.
The sky and sea were gorgeous.
It was free of the horizon now.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along.
He stopped to chat.
Excellent Dog Alfie was sniffing the strand-line nearby.
" Morning." said Beach Buoy.
"Morning, surprising how quickly the sun come up isn't it?"
"Yes, three or four minutes. Are you dashing along? If not I'll walk along with you."
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn was not dashing along today.
Beach Buoy began to get up from the sand.
"That's why l don't sit down on the beach."said a slightly bemused Mr.Gunn/Lunn.
Beach Buoy ended up doing a parachute roll type of movement and he was up.
They all set off southwards.
Beach Buoy talked about the painted stone at the stack.
Tyre tracks formed an Oz like road to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Because, because, because.
The tide was blocking beach access to Sand Martin Corner.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn walked to the stack to see the painted stone, before continuing his circulation walk up in the dunes.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-10 a.m.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added some stones.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He sat listening to the sea and Rusty Pheasants in the dunes.
No Skylarks yet.
The Sea lapped onto the beach like a lake.
Out in the bay the Sea Serpent twisted lazily.
Beach Buoy took notes in his beach book.
Even his pen had a sunshine shadow this morning.
It followed as he scribbled notes that he hoped that he could decifer later.
Down on the water's edge a Gull laughed.
Others joined in.
6-35
"See you mate."
The Skylarks were singing now.
They headed southwards, near to the dune edge.
Beach Buoy paused to look north.
He could see the 7 a.m. club, just dogs in the distance.
He watched as two Crows flew south.
He watched as another two Crows flew north.
He recalled Spoke Milligan saying that "Everybody has to be somewhere."
They crossed down onto the beach.
Coffee stop at the Tank Traps.
They all lean in two directions now. None make a good coffee table.
A man in red marched south then north.
"Everybody has to be somewhere."
The Tank Traps are home to some.
They headed back.
The sea sparkled.
It reminded Beach Buoy of childhood fishing trips out in a boat.
A lady in green was walking south along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy moved towards the sea.
He headed to the wreck.
A lady walking northwards with with her dog stopped to chat to a lady heading south with her dog.
Ding Dong
Ding Dong
Ding Dong
Ding Dong
The sound of the Village Church Bells drifted out to sea.
7-45.
The tide had receded enough to allow a photograph of
The Wreck Today.
The lady in green was now running northwards.
She was travelling the water's edge, shouting "Wahoo." as she chased Gulls.
Beach Buoy head back to the van.
Not not Beach Buoy walked the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
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