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Wednesday, 2 April 2025

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL 2, APRIL 2025.

 Wednesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked in Sandy Car Park.
Five overnight HGVs  were lined up like giant fish fingers in a box.

They stepped onto the beach at 6-23.
There was a slight breeze off the sea.
The tide was well in, the beach narrow.
The sea was rippled, not rough.

A man, his Labrador and a thrown ball headed north along the water's edge.
The horizon began to glow brightly as Beach Buoy collected suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.


Sun came up at 6-33.


They continued south as The Sun gained height.
It climbs so quickly.
Like they say, time flies.
To the north, the 7 a.m. Club had unintentionally disturbed a large Parcel of around forty Oyster Catchers.
They flew by.
It would have made a great photograph.
Beach Buoy was too slow.


Even though it was early Beach Buoy was wearing sunglasses, as an Optician had recommended.
He took them off.
For the next few photographs, he held his mobile phone up to the shaded lenses.
They acted like a camera filter.


The sunglass lens seemed help capture a crisper photograph.


Skylarks were singing.
The Sun was rising.
They were close to the sea.
Blessings counted ✅.


The Wind Turbines spun slowly but surely.
Beach Buoy paused.
He looked to the north.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back north. 
A sea swim was waiting.

It was a stack of stones that waited for Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
They headed for it.


6-56.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted 
THE
stone.


He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He sat.
He thought.
He looked out to sea.
With sunglasses on it was easy to convince oneself that the darker tops of the bay's rippled surface was in fact a thousand dolphins heading north.

Beach Buoy stood and stretched out his arms like turbine blades.

"See you mate."



They returned to the low level route.
They returned to the beach.
Team one black ear had been and gone.
Team Muzzled Dog were up ahead.
They stop to chat briefly as they passed.
They went their separate ways.




Stone top.
What could it be?


Ginger Beer, Beach Buoy was reliably informed.

BEACH BUOY.