EASTER MONDAY. 21, APRIL 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Easter Monday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-10 a.m.

There was a light breeze from the south east.

The Wind Turbines turned slowly but surely like  clockwork toys.

It was almost as if they should be musical.

Let's not go there.

"There's nothing wrong with wind chimes."

THAT A PAIR OF SCISSORS WON'T FIX.

A lady headed south along the water's edge.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south.

The Little Tern Twitchers had started to arrive.

One was stood on The Esplanade looking east.

One was on the water's edge.

The Esplanade man went to compare notes and possibly photographs?

The tide was more in than it was out.

Team Muzzled Dog headed south.

 Beach Buoy collected five stone that were suitable for Stubborn Dog Stack as he headed towards the sea.

Others headed north.

Team Muzzled Dog had stopped to talk to a northbound Team One Black Ear.

The man who once had a Beagle but now had a Spaniel was there too.

They went their separate ways.

Team One Black Ear and the Spaniel man stopped to chat to Beach Buoy.

In time, they took went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy headed south with Skylark song and Another Dog for company.

As Beach Buoy approached the grey rocks at the start of the low level route, he noticed some driftwood that had been stood upright, like a marker.

He photographed it.

It's blog law.

He walked the low level route.

He climbed the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.

He photographed the driftwood once more, for luck.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-42.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

He sat on the reoriented driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He had a sit and think.

On the driftwood post, on the beach below, a Crow shouted out the he was the King of the Castle.

"See you mate."

They headed back.

Along the low level route, back into the beach below.

They returned to the north.

An elderly couple headed south along the water's edge with their two Whippets.

A lady and her dog passed by.

The lady smiled.

The dog barked.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the van.

Another Little Tern Twitcher had arrived.

Back at base camp, Another Dog wanted Beach Buoy to stay sat on the sofa.

BEACH BUOY.