6, APRIL 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Sunday.

2-02 a.m.

Grandad Taxi.

6-23

The Sun, Beach Buoy and Another Dog all arrived the same time, like in the John Prine song,

 The Accident.

Beach Buoy walked to The Esplanade Wall to photograph the Sun.

Others did the same.

They stood like Castle lookouts.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

The wreck was on show.

They set off towards it.

The wreck today.

Sun gained height.

The 7 a.m. club were heading south.

Beach Buoy joined them for a while.

A few more laughs and the 7 a.m  had to turn back.

One had Seafront Tai Chi at 7-30 followed by sea swim and Beach sauna at 8.

They went their separate ways.

Others to the South,

heading North by the water's edge.

There was a slight breeze from the south east.

The Skylarks sang above the dunes

Three men headed North, hands in pockets.

They'd be no good in a unplanned distant wave situation.

Beach Buoy could have tried but he had images of them flat on the beach, hands in pockets, like bowled cricket stumps.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

The low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-03.

Beach Buoy took off his hat.

He touched the stone.

"God Bless."

He had met the Gentleman and his family.

It was clear he was well loved.

A Proper Gentleman.

He added the suitable stones.

He patted 

Stubborn Dog's Stone.

It's not 

THE

stone.

Not today.

A sit and think.

A lady and her Spaniel headed back north on the beach below.

Beach Buoy stood and stretched.

He looked to the beach below.

The sunrise rush was over.

The beach was quieter at 7-20 than it was at 6-20.

Back to the sea.

Back to the Village.

The jogging section of Team Muzzled Dog headed South.

Distant waves were shared.

The walking  section followed.

More distant waves  were shared.

A Big Doodle Dog came bouncing over.

It had a beach-found and slightly deflated football.

Beach Buoy toe-ended it for the dog.

"Come on Milo." his lady owner called.

First plastic beach-found toy for the litter pick Lady

Milo, his beach found football and owner down at the water's edge.

Beach Buoy beaded to The Esplanade.

The litter pick lady had parked alongside the van.

She was stood with Team Mick Aston Jumper on The Esplanade.

Beach Buoy handed the toy over.

She informed him she has around 200 now.

She washes them.

She leaves them in a beach box for children to use for free.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE DAY BEACH BUOY DIDN'T WORRY.

17, MARCH 2025.

THE ESPLANADE,

SEATON CAREW,

HARTLEPOOL.

5, APRIL 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday.

Someone was dreaming that Beach Buoy had returned to work and that she could sleep as long as she wanted to...

They headed to the beach. 

😬

They arrived at 6-21.

A man in shorts was throwing a ball around the car park for his small brown dog.

It was Grey and chilly start to the day.

The lady who once fell off her bike walked to the south end of the Esplanade.

Her and her companion came dressed as December.

A lady and her two dogs headed south along the water's edge.

To the north, the 7 a.m. club were heading south.

They met up with Beach Buoy, thanks to unintentional timing, not planning.

They all walked south, chatting and laughing more would think possible for a chilly grey morning.

Scruffy's mam had had her VW Caddy

converted into a campervan.

"It's all your fault." 

she jokingly said to Beach Buoy, adding 

"Sitting there in your van having a cup of tea "

 They went their seperate ways.

The 7 a.m. club headed back for their sea swim.

The lady with two dogs headed back north.

Unfortunately one her dogs took no notice of her shouting at it to return.

It ran quite aggressively towards Beach Buoy and Another Dog.

Beach Buoy scooped Another Dog up and ended up doing an unwanted beach dance with someone else's dog.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

Another Dog.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-03 a.m.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

Beach Buoy didn't sit.

A bit too wound up after the dog incident to fully relax.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back too.

They walked the low level route.

Team Muzzled Dog passed with distant waves.

Treasure ? 

No just plastic.

It was beach cleaned

They headed back to the van.

Up ahead an incoming tide was making people dash to avoid wet feet as it ran on after waves broke.

The Village Church Bells rang for 7-45.

They were back at the van.

BEACH BUOY.

JUST A BIKE RIDE. 4, APRIL 2025.

Friday.

Just a bike ride.

6 or 7 miles at a guess.

New toilets.

Two or three still out of order.

At least it's not eight as it was.

Gorillas at a Seafront Guest House.

Old Town Piers.

 Shadows in the dock.

Watching the sea at the northern end of The Esplanade.

Two Piers.

The Bridge that joins the Piers.

1970s fishing trip,

Dad was steering the boat,

He took us underneath the bridge,

Would we sink or float ?

The tide was high, 

We cleared the rocks,

Crossed Middleton Bay,

With no more shocks.

 Dad said to me,

 "You'll remember this day,

I do every time,

I pass this way.

Back to Seaton Carew, over Newburn Bridge.

Beach Stick.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 4, APRIL 2025.

 Friday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-15 a.m.

A lady played with her dog at the water's edge.

A Ship passed the Wind Turbines as it headed for River Tees.

Flocking Gulls to the north.

*Checks auto correct.*

Flocking Gulls to the south.

*Double checks auto correct.*

They began to head south as sunrise approached.

The tide was a fair way in.

There was a band of mist on the horizon.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Sun up at 6-28.

Beach Buoy paused.

It was Headland windows that glowed this morning, not Seaton Seafront.

Up and away.

They walked the low level route.

A Crow kept guard.

6-50.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added some stones

He patted

THE

stone.

The driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

Beach Buoy sat on it, coffee in hand.

The first of the day.

A sit and think.

Geoff was with him today.

"Oh Geoff."... no retirement.

He says "Oh Geoff." most days.

Beach Crows tumbled in the sky.

The Skylarks were doing more aerial acrobatics than singing.

Beach Buoy stood.

Two hoods went up .

It was a chilly breeze and at times a one man tent is comforting.

Another Dog was restless.

  Beach Buoy picked her up to show her the view.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog did too.

A man jogged by with two Whippets for company.

If only he had worn a pair of comedy rabbit ears.

"Morning."

"Morning."

A lady in orange stood at the water's edge as she photographed the Bay.

Mr. Gunn/ Lunn came by, heading north.

They chatted. 

He was having a good day.

They went their separate ways.

Mr. Gunn / Lunn set off in hot pursuit of Excellent Dog Alfie.

Beach Buoy reached The Esplanade.

"Morning." said Beach Buoy 

A Gentleman in a  Mobility Scooter was passing.

"Good Morning and what a beautiful morning it is."

He wasn't wrong...

BEACH BUOY.

3, APRIL 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Thursday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-18 a.m.

Someone dressed like an Eskimo walked a Husky Dog.

A man leant on The Esplanade Wall, waiting for the sunrise.

It was 6-28 by the time they had reached the water's edge.

There was a slight but fresh breeze from the north.

They headed south.

The Sun rose at 6-31.

It rose in the atmospheric mist.

To the north , the 7 a.m. club had turned back.

A Crow for company.

They continued south, collecting suitable stones as they walked.

A Murder of Crows flew south then north.

They walked the low level route.

Up into the dunes.

On the beach below the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back north.

Another Dog.

Morning Mate.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

It was 7 a.m.

Stand and think.

Beach Buoy put two hoods up.

The breeze wasn't that bad.

He just wanted to be in one man tent mode.

To the north on the beach below, the Border Collie Couple came and went.

He scanned the bay for Dolphins.

None yet.

He scanned the Dune edge for Sand Martins.

None yet.

At least the Skylarks were singing.

A Dog Poo dispenser.

Beach cleaned.

When Beach Buoy uses air dry clay to  make a model of the Tea room, hopefully soon. This will receive a little face.

A diving helmet.

A Beach Brick.

On the way back north, Team Muzzled Dog passed. 

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Morning."

Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along with excellent dog Alfie.

Thursday Basil was with them too.

They paused and chatted briefly.

BEACH BUOY.