SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 23, APRIL 2025.

 

An evening visit.

It was new beach book visit, blank pages waiting to be filled.

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived in Sandy Car Park.

It was 6-45 p.m.

A Dad, lad and a Doodle Dog led the way down the southernmost beach access ramp.

The tide was well out.

It was overcast with a chilly breeze from the north.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable beach stones.

Team Doodle Dog stepped it out to the south.

A lady with a greyhound on a lead walked with another lady.

She had two Border Collies by her side.

 No leads required.

They only had eyes for her.

It was a grey grey evening. 

Beach Buoy imagined that the Little Terns where having a Committee Meeting to see whose bright idea to book early flights to England.

Fittingly, the collective noun for a group of Terns is a Committee.

Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route.

They paused at the base of the sandy slope that leads up to Stubborn Dog Stack.

A Kestrel hung in the air almost directly over the Stack.

They waited until it moved on.

7-18 p.m.

"Evening Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

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

Down on the beach below, a more energetic jogger travelled north.

Borrowed Dog.

All he wants is a knee to sit on and a cuddle.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach below.

They headed back.

Two Yachts were out in the bay.

An annoying man with a dog off it's lead was on the beach.

Whichever way that Beach Buoy went to avoid contact, they seemed to follow.

A string of Gulls, headed out to sea for the night.

BEACH BUOY.