19, JUNE 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Thursday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park at 6-30 a.m.

 Beach Buoy walked down the beach access ramp.

He said "Morning." to the cyclist who rests near the end of the Esplanade.

"Morning." came back like an echo.

The tide was well out.

It was already as warm as late morning.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as he walked south of the Little Tern Nest Site.

The tide was well out.

The 7 a.m. club came along.

They exchanged greetings.

They discussed the lovely weather.

"It's Paradise Paul." was the parting comment.

Paradise.

There was no breeze.

The tide was out as far as the wreck.

A small boat putt putted its way out of the river.

The Wind Turbines stood idle.

They just stood, looking both awkward and embarrassed.

"You had one job."...

They headed to the low level route..

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-07 .

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

Looking across the dunes, he noticed that the top section of the Rig had been scrapped.

He had a sit and think.

One half of Team Muzzled Dog came up to the stack.

Just the Gentleman and Dasher, the muzzled dog,

They chatted.

Beach Buoy stood to head back,

"See you mate,"

They headed back.

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

"Morning."

"Morning. Lovely Morning."

The waters edge looked like torn silk.

A Seal swam from north to south.

Someone wandered as lonely as a cloud.

It wasn't Beach Buoy,

he was fine.

They continued north.

Up on the Esplanade they chatted to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.

Excellent Dog Alfie and Basil were there too.

It was Thursday after all.

BEACH BUOY.