SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 11, AUG. 2025.

 Monday.

Tell me why

I don't mind Mondays.

Beach Buoy was alone.

It was 5-35 a.m.

The Council Tractor was already rattling along the beach clearing stones.

Beach Buoy headed down the access ramp.

A Cyclist was at the south end of the

Esplanade.

"Morning.”

"Morning."

Beach Buoy headed to the sea.

It was a short walk.

The tide was well in.

He collected five suitable stones as the Sun cleared the horizon.

He headed south.

The sea was calm ripple by a light breeze from the west.

Two men and a dog went from beach to dune.

The Moon and the Sun seemed to be staring at one another.

Looking to be almost exactly 180 degrees apart.

The Sun at sea, Moon in the dunes.

Beach Buoy walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-12.

Beach Buoy patted

THE 

stone.

He added the five suitable stones to the stack.

He sat on the driftwood set with an elevated view.

Sit and think.

A Parcel of Oyster Catchers pass Stubborn Dog Stack, heading southwards.

Like the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple, you usually hear them before you see them.

Once again,the Sun offered a pathway of escape.

Not today.

Seventeen seconds at Stubborn Dog Stack.

"See you mate."

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog, lead the way back north.

Gannets 

Gannets.

Birds...

Go to the sea as much as you can.

Team One Black came from the north

They chatted before going their own way.

The Council's Surf Rake Tractor, clears the beach stones.

BEACH BUOY.