SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 19, MAY 2025.

 Monday.

They faffed at the van.

The lady who once fell off her bike was walking The Esplanade with her companion.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.

It was 6-28 a.m.

There was a breeze from the north.

The tide was a canny way in.

Two ladies walked the water's edge.

Then to the car park.

The 7 a.m. club head back north.

They paused to chat about the lack of rain for the garden.

Beach Buoy was informed that the three bird-watchers that he saw yesterday had come from Bradford.

They had come to successfully see a Dottrel.

They saw the Little Terns too.

Two birds with one camera 

They went their separate ways.

The north.

Team One Black Ear were returning North.

They talked about how everyone knows the dog's name but not the people.

John continued north.

Paul

This Paul, headed to that special place in the dunes.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the water's edge for a while.

A lady with a red coat and a Beagle were close behind.

Beach Buoy headed up to the dune edge, out of the way.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-06 a.m.

Beach Buoy added the five stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

The sea sparkled.

Beach Buoy sighed.

"See you mate."

They headed back.

They chatted to Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Team Muzzled Dog as they passed in turn.

A plank.

A driftwood plank.

For the garden.

It's a driftwood seat for Beach Buoy.

If there ever is a time that he is no longer able to reach the stack.

This will transport him there.

BEACH BUOY.

BEACH BUOY.