3, MAY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday.

Another Dog was in camouflage mode.

The southernmost access ramp.

By 5-21 they were on the beach.

Beach Buoy's sign from last year had survived.

Faded a little, like Beach Buoy himself.

The spray adhesive can be recommended though.

It had been a very hot day yesterday.

A cool breeze from the north west was very welcome.

Slightly disappointed sunrise seekers stood by the sea.

Low cloud had claimed the magical moment.

It was overcast to the north, brighter to the south.

At 5-40 a.m the Sun showed up.

Seaglass.

Beach Buoy had returned a Starfish to the sea.

This was his reward, passing it on the way back from the water.

The base of a wine glass perhaps?

A dogless man walked from the grey rocks, phone in hand.

The photograph doesn't do the scene justice.

Three very different lights shone out from the clouds, like some bizarre Lighthouse.

Little Tern.

The air sounded full of them at times.

Hard to photograph.

A Seal popped up, just beyond the water's edge.

Maybe go tell the Little Terns to keep the noise down! it's imaginary conversation.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 5-57.

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He sipped coffee.

A Lone Skylark sang above.

Two of the disappointed sunrise seekers had walked to the grey rocks 

They headed back to the north.

Another Dog was restless.

They headed back.

They stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.

They were a little surprised to see  Beach Buoy heading back so early.

They went their separate ways.

One of the Little Terns headed back to the nest site.

A fish hung from it's mouth.

Eggs laid already?

Off to feed it's mate?

BEACH BUOY.