21, MAY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Wednesday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-25 a.m.

The lady who once fell off her bike was heading back on foot, north along the Esplanade.

Her usual companion was heading south.

It looked like he was late.

When they met up, the lady turned to the south.

They both walked to the southern end of the Esplanade together.

Team One Black Ear were on The Esplanade.

They chatted.

They went their separate ways.

The tide was out as far as the Wreck, it's timbers exposed once more.

The 7 a.m. club approached from the south.

They discussed the weather.

They went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Five Cormorants shared the load as they struggled to fly into the headwind.

Let's be HONEST they struggle at the best of times.

Gulls hung in the air over the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-57.

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

He's not usually one for bringing plastic to the beach.

Today was different.

He had bought a bowl for the stack.

He surrounded the edges with stack stones.

He placed some stones inside,

 to let creatures get out if need be.

He filled it with water.

It had been so dry lately.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

They headed back along the water's edge.

Beach Buoy played Beach Bubble wrap on upturned shells as and when the opportunity arose.

Two headed South.

The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.

"Morning."

"Morning, miserable again."

Beach Buoy hoped that the was referring to the weather.

Little Terns "escort" a Gull from the nesting site.

BEACH BUOY.