23, MAY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Friday.

Beach Buoy left the house at 6-27 a.m.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed by.

They live around the corner.

By 6-33, Beach Buoy was on the beach.

He drove there.

Six minutes later, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple arrived on foot.

The man who walks the perimeter of the car park, with headphones on, did so.

Two ladies with a Spaniel headed south.

The 7 a.m. Club headed north.

Wallace and Myrtle alongside.

Dad and daughter.

Wallace comes to the beach everyday.

Myrtle has a day off every other day.

The tide was out as far as the wreck.

He was about to pass it.

Beach Buoy headed south.

The Sun was already warm.

There was a pleasant breeze, it was welcome.

Team One Black Ear were heading back.

They stopped to chat.

A fuss was made of dogs.

They went their separate ways.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.

Cotton wool clouds.

Skylarks sang.

The calls of Oyster Catchers seemed to echo around.

Driftwood Dave.

A slightly less successful relation of Professor Driftwood, having failed his 11 plus.

Beach Buoy walked the low level route.

An unusual butterfly went around him a number of times.

Over the years butterflies have seemed to signify an event coming up.

Beach Buoy knew news was incoming.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-06.

It was fresher, up the on the exposed dunes.

He added five stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He watched the sea.

He stood to go.

"See you mate."

He headed back.

To the north he could see the ex army Gentleman was sat on a dune edge driftwood log with his seventeen year old Border Collie, Skye.

Beach Buoy waved from a distance.

The Gentleman stood before heading back to the village.

BEACH BUOY.