31,MAY 2025 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday Morning.

Beach Buoy didn't rush to the beach.

He has forever now.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-55 a.m.

Team One Black Ear had finished their walk.

They had just come up the beach access ramp.

They chatted before going their separate ways.

There was a mild breeze from the west.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed towards the sea then south.

Team Muzzled Dog came along.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy made a fuss of Dasher.

Team Muzzled Dog went on at a quicker pace.

The Young Lady with the Yorkshire Terrier stopped to chat.

They went their separate ways.

Five Geese flew from sea to land.

A beach fisherman tried his luck.

Just sitting there is a win situation.

Five other Geese travel the dune edge before going out into the bay.

For a time the two sets of five seemed to circle one another.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

Without going into too much detail, Beach Buoy stopped to chat to a gentleman from the dunes.

They had a lovely chat.

The man was O.K.

As they went their separate ways, they both held out a hand.

The man for a fist bump.

Beach Buoy for a handshake.

It was like rock, paper, scissors.

Paper covers rock so a handshake ended the friendly and interesting encounter.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the remainder of the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-48.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He watched and filmed Gannets diving into the sea.

He made the "Gudunge." sounds in his mind as each of the beautiful birds hit the water.

Gannets.

Gannets.

Gannets.

Beach Buoy gave out the biggest of sighs.

He was O.K.

It doesn't matter how people try to label you.

Only you know the truth.

If people kick sand in your face.

Just say you love the beach, collect it and make them a Sand Castle to hide in.

The Sand  Martins came yesterday.

The Gannets came today.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy stood to go.

To his left a Rabbit scampered from the dune edge, into the dunes and away.

With a smile on his face, he and Another Dog headed back to the beach below.

Geese flew by.

A bigger smile.

Back along the low level route.

Following tracks that followed an earlier conversation.

A Paddle boarder went south to north.

Back along the water's edge.

Back to Seaton Carew, crossing shingle patches along the way.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie came from the north.

"Morning."

"Morning, had a good one."

"Yes!"

Beach Buoy basically gave a talking book version of the day's blog.

They went their separate ways.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE NEW INFORMATION BOARD AT NORTH GARE.

14, APRIL 2025.

NORTH GARE PIER,

TEES MOUTH.

Beach Buoy.

Paul.

NORTH GARE BEACH 30, MAY 2025.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in North Gare car park at 9-27 a.m.

The Skylarks were in fine voice.

They crossed the Golf Course to reach the beach. 

There was a new bench overlooking the rivermouth.

They went down to the beach.

P&0 NORBAY.

Came into the River.

Always lots of driftwood on North Gare Beach.

The Tees Pilot boat headed down river.

They went for a wander.

After a sit and think on a driftwood stump, they headed back to the van.

Golfer and  new turbine towers.

The village of Seaton Carew to the North.

BEACH BUOY.

ALL AT SEA.

 

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 30, MAY 2025.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach access ramp at 5-55 a.m.

A cyclist cycled by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

They headed to the sea.

The tide was high.

There was a breeze from the west.

 A water edge jogger seemed to chasing a Parcel of Oyster Catchers?

They flew and landed on numerous occasions just ahead of him.

The view towards the river.

Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones.

Geese seemed to use the river as a marker as they turned, heading down it.

A ship chose to follow the Geese.

A piece of driftwood went off to sea once more.

The jogger headed back north. The Oyster Catchers had gone.

"Morning Mate.”

It was 6-28.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

Beach Buoy had a sit and think. 

Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.

A camera-shy Seal headed south.

Little Terns dropped into the sea nearby.

Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.

Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.

Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.

Beach Buoy had found a piece of slate that would make a good book mark.

People were dotted along the water's edge like marker posts.

They headed back beside the sea. 

One of the Little People walked The Esplanade Wall.

Off home back in the dunes.

BEACH BUOY.

ALL AT SEA. AGED 16.

 

Those are my fingers,

That is my nose,

Where was l heading?

Nobody knows.

Wrecked once or twice,

But l'm still a float,

Still all at sea,

Still sat in my boat.

No l'm not fishing,

Just bobbing around,

Dodging the day,

When I'll run aground.

It's not unexpected,

It won't be a shock,

An old wreck just laid there,

It could be your rock.

Beach Buoy.

Paul.

29, MAY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-28 p.m.

There were a few spots of rain but it was mild.

They headed south.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked.

There were more people than Beach Buoy had expected.

A lady stood ankle deep in water as she tried to tempt her dog to go and fetch it's ball. 

It was floating out to sea.

It was having none of it.

As Beach Buoy passed he donated a beach -found ball from his beach bag.

"Thank you!"

"No problem, l find them all of the time."

A Hydro Windsurfer crossed the bay above the sea

At times he bobbed about in it.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

7 p.m.

"Evening Mate"

Beach Buoy added the five stones that were deemed suitable.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He didn't sit down on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He could see a figure to the south with two dogs.

It turned out it was a Twitter mate now a Bluesky mate.

They chatted.

Two seals were just offshore.

A man cycled, repeat cycled by Stubborn Dog Stack having rode along the easy route.

"Evening."

"Evening."

The bike had tractor-type tyres on.

The man wobbled on his bike.

He put a hand down onto Stubborn Dog Stack to stop a full blown fall.

Beach Buoy and the Bluesky guest headed down to the beach.

They went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog ambled back to the van.

Horse talk.

BEACH BUOY.