THE DAY THAT IT WAS THE PERFECT TEMPERATURE.
11, MAY 2025.
SEATON SANDS,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Wednesday, 30 July 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
5-02 His own private Sunrise.
10, MAY 2025.
SEATON SANDS,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
🏴☠️
Tuesday, 29 July 2025
29,JULY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday.
Borrowed Dog had been on a sleepover.
It was 5-55 a.m. as Beach Buoy drank a pre-beach coffee.
He was starting week three of no chocolate.😱
It was going o.k.
He had managed to click that switch in his head.
It was sunny.
The open back door allowed a pleasantly cool breeze into towards the breakfast bar.
So barring heart attack or alien abduction... More later.
It's later now.
Beach Buoy didn't die and wasn't abducted.
Not yet.
You can live in hope.
The three reached the beach
at 6-25 a.m.
It was a Sunny morning.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
The beach toy box and it's contents had gone, they were there last night.
The tide was well in.
They headed south after the short walk to the sea.
A metal detectorist searched the dunes.
Way to the south two beach fishermen fished.
The 7 a.m. club arrived from the south.
It was a bush hat and two dog day.
Sometimes its a deer-stalker and one dog day.
It varies.
The choice of hat doesn't dictate the number of dogs.
They chatted before going their own way.
"They are fishing for Sea Bass."
he added.
The 7 a.m. club had been talking to the Fishermen.
Team One Black Ear arrived from the south.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy donated another beach-found ball.
The confident lady with a confident dog came along.
Beach Buoy continued southwards.
They walked the water's edge like it was a summer's day.
Then again, it was.
He collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
A ship headed into the river under mackerel sky clouds in an otherwise mainly blue sky.
The Bright Sun seemed to shine a golden pathway across the sea.
An escape route.
Despite all of the hate, Beach Buoy alright here for now.
They wandered up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate.”
It was 7 a.m. precisely.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl before sitting on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He had a sit and think.
Down on the beach below two fishermen fished.
They are there often.
They speak a foreign language.
Beach Buoy won't hazard a guess at which.
It was so very peaceful.
Suddenly a fish was caught.
A large Sea Bass.
It was a beautiful silver.
The men high fived one another but Beach Buoy felt sadness.
As the catch was taking place, the man who once had four dogs arrived at the stack with three.
"Morning."
"Morning. That's their breakfast sorted."
With that, the man and his train of three dogs made tracks through the dunes.
The fishermen moved south.
Beach Buoy stood.
”See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The man with a black dog and thermal mug of tea was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and the two dogs continued northwards.
The lady with a black dog was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning, two today."
"Yes, it's Walter."
A few minutes later Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie came along.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy mentioned some unusual tracks that he had seen in the sand.
Back at the access ramp, litter pick lady had located the toy box.
Some prat had decided to hide it up in the dunes.
She informed Beach Buoy that she was going to relocate it to the north.
Beach Buoy reached the top of the ramp.
A lady with the brightest red hair and an equally bright yellow top, headed down the ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
She radiated brightness, in a good way as she headed for the sea.
Arrival.
The sky gave a X
To the sea then south.
Lucky to be so lucky.
Ship heads into the river.
Mackerel Sky Clouds above.
Dolphin cloud, perhaps chasing the Mackerel sky?
Their own private pathway to the Sun.
One day...
”Morning Mate."
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sit and think.
New stone arrived.
Snoop x
Snoop Dog?
The fishermen.
Beach Buoy.
Monday, 28 July 2025
28, JULY 2025, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Just Beach Buoy and Borrowed Dog this evening.
Another Dog was worn out.
She was too tired last night, for that beach walk.
It wasn't mentioned in the blog post, but she was carried part of the way like a babe in arms.
Four paws up in the air.
Looking, quite happily at an upside down world.
Tonight Beach Buoy and Borrowed Dog arrived around 6-35 p.m.
It was mild.
The tide was high.
A light breeze blew.
Some Paddleboarders paddled to the north.
Beach Buoy and Borrowed Dog headed south.
He collected suitable stones as he walked.
A couple of couples sat on driftwood benches, looking out to sea.
Two stood waist deep in the sea, chatting.
Sunlight picked out random stretches of beach, here and there.
Wind Turbines took turns in the spotlight.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack at
7-04 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He sat and thought.
On the beach below, a couple walked as far south as the tide would allow.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and his borrowed companion headed back.
They headed back north.
The couple had taken off their shoes.
They followed along, barefoot in the sea.
The simple things...
Up ahead Beach Buoy spotted two beach fishermen, fishing as they walked to the south.
One of the fishermen as in fact a lady.
Days earlier, Beach Buoy had found a colourful fishing lure, hooks still attached.
In the past, anything like this would have been given to his mate Geoff.
He offered it to the man, as he reached him first.
The man was surprised but pleased.
He commented on how ideal it was.
Beach Buoy and Borrowed Dog continued northwards.
Beach Buoy was pleased to see that the beach toy box still had plenty of stock.
The tide was high.
Paddleboarders.
They headed south.
They arrived at Stubborn Dog Stack.
A sit and think.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Heading back.
BEACH BUOY.
INVISIBLE TOO.
Invisible Too.
I wrote song,
Nobody heard it,
But then again,
I never shared it.
I wrote a play,
And l was the lead,
It lays in a drawer,
Just going to seed.
Chorus..
I am the silent,
Invisible too,
That's just how it feels,
When it comes to you.
I did a drawing,
Was more of a sketch,
Want me to show you?
Then I'll go and fetch.
I took a picture,
It stays in my mind,
Feel free to search,
But you'll never find.
Repeat chorus.
I did a sculpture,
I made it of clay,
And if you're lucky,
You'll see it one day.
I wrote a book,
The pages are sealed,
I won't be around,
When all is revealed.
Repeat Chorus Twice.
Fade on last line.
©2025.
Beach Buoy.
28, JULY 2025. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
Beach Buoy set off on a bike ride.
It looked like it might rain.
It did.
It was wonderful.
Beach Buoy can splash in puddles too if he wants.
BEACH BUOY.
28, JULY 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-24 a.m.
A breeze blew from the west.
It was mild.
They headed south.
Rain fell out on the horizon.
A ship had rounded the Wind Turbines after leaving the River.
It turned to head south too.
The tide was high, the beach narrow.
The 7 a.m. club and the red coat / brown dog lady passed by , headed north.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team One Black Ear caught Beach Buoy up.
They walked and talked their way to the grey rocks.
They went their separate ways.
As Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Sand Martins whizzed by just above head height.
No phone ready to capture the scene.
They were gone, like lost chances in life.
It was 6-56 when they reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He had a sit and think.
Out at sea, two beams of light became three.
The sea sparkled like scattered diamonds where they shone.
The Beach Tractor came.
More beach cleaned stones dumped at the Grey Rocks.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
The Tractor driver was looking out to sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the water's edge.
The beach tractor trundled back to the north.
Beach Buoy stepped to one side.
The driver waved his thanks.
Beach Buoy gave a thumbs up in reply.
A playful-looking seal popped up and seemed to be following along?
One half of Team Muzzled Dog came from the north.
They chatted as the Seal out on a show.
Dasher, the Muzzled Dog wanted to play.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy stood a long while watching the Seal.
He headed north.
A song came into his head.
He scribbled as he walked.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog came along.
Beach Buoy pointed out the seal.
The lady said " Isn't it lovely when you see things like that?"
Beach Buoy agreed before continuing northwards.
Beach Buoy headed to the access ramp.
He had managed to get word to the litter pick lady.
To let her know a box was in place for her beach toy collection.
She had just topped it up .
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the van.
Arrival.
Rain out at sea.
South.
Ruby spots a Sand Martin.
The Beach Tractor arrives.
Sand Martin.
The Seal.
Heading back, follow that Tractor.
No malice, just words.
Our own "Sycamore" Gap.
Up in the hills.
Free beach toys.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 27 July 2025
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 27, JULY 2025.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach
at 6-12 p.m.
It was overcast.
The tide was high.
A wind was blowing from the West.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed south along the water's edge.
A brown dog came to say hello.
Borrowed Dog's bark made it run.
Three people sat sheltering from the wind on a dune edge.
It looked like it may rain.
Surprisingly, the Sun came and shone brightly.
Crisp sunshine shadows joined them on the beach.
A couple were heading north with their little black and white dog.
It came over barking playfully.
"Oero! Oero! come here!"
Another Dog seemed to take more interest in this dog.
Most probably because it was named after a biscuit.
See below for "biscuit" face.
"Did someone say biscuit?"
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack
at 6-46.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sand Martins flew around.
They all sat, thinking.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
The tide has turned, going out now.
It left unwalked sand.
An unwritten pathway about as wide as the Esplanade, for now.
The Sun shone brighter and warmer.
Stranded seaweed began to bake.
That smell.
Instant memories of the Isle of Man.
They all headed back to the van.
The receding tide exposed some shingle strips that were duly searched.
Just a piece of sea pottery the haul.
A distant splash caught Beach Buoy's eye.
The Gannets had returned to the bay
Be happy,
Arrival.
South.
Crisp sunshine shadows.
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Another Dog.
Ruby.
Rubes.
Borrowed Dog.
Walter.
Artist's impression of the scene up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Evening Sand Martins.
Heading back.
Blank sea pottery.
Did have part of maker's name.
Gannets in flight.
Beach Buoy.
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