SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 9, APRIL 2025.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-12 a.m.

It was a few minutes to sunrise.

The Sun wasn't playing ball today.

The glow was little more than a distant distress flare.

A sunrise seeker rested on the Esplanade Wall.

Beach Buoy could see that the tide was out beyond the wreck.

Once again he headed for it.

The 7 a.m. club were to the north, heading south with a Murder of Beach Crows in hot pursuit.

He scattered another handful of cat treats for the birds.

The wreck today.

Around 197 Gulls stood at the water's edge.

Beach Buoy gave them a wide berth so as not to disturb them.

A man stood central on the beach.

He reminded Beach Buoy of a Circus Ringmaster.

He launched a ball in all varied directions for his Spaniel to chase.

He was dressed in a flat cap and trousers with a go faster stripe.

The Ringmaster headed back to the Car Park.

A Resting Seal.

Beach Buoy used the camera's zoom so as not to disturb it.

The 7 a.m. Club caught up, they chatted.

The Seal.

The Sea swimmers headed back.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued southwards.

The Sea Serpent.

Team One Black Ear caught up.

They walked and talked their way to their chosen driftwood benches.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-07.

Beach Buoy added the stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

A sit and think as clouds drifted by.to the sound of Skylarks.

Two went by in silence in a flight that was a series of ups and downs, it's called life.

He stood to go.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

Mr.Gunn/ Lunn was passing on the other side of the grey rocks.

The low tide was allowing him beach access to Sand Martin Corner as part of his circular walk.

Excellent Dog Alfie had spotted Beach Buoy.

Alfie wasn't going anywhere until Beach Buoy had provided a shoulder scratch.

The little dog stood waiting for Beach Buoy to come to him.

He gave a hint of a wag of his tail as Beach Buoy and Another Dog approached.

Scratch given and fuss made, happy Alfie trotted off to play catch up with a distant, but waiting owner.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

They chatted briefly before going their separate ways.

Three Perfect Oranges in a line.

At least the sea was playing ball.

https://youtu.be/RLX_dCdgxbQ?si=OqVc9N-Dmj1d3PJA

The Oranges brought the above wonderful film to mind.

BEACH BUOY.