17, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Wednesday morning.

Beach Buoy had been up since 3-30.

He arrived at the beach car park at 6-50 .

There had been lots of heavy rain overnight.

He headed down the beach access ramp.

It was a grey old morning.

There was a light breeze from the south-west.

Random spots of rain fell.

Breach Buoy wandered to the wreck. 

The tide was very low.

It was well and truly ashore.

Above is the current view, looking west towards the car park.

Looking south.

Looking east towards the sea.

One can see just have far out the tide is.

Looking north towards the Village Green Area.

He headed south, collecting five suitable stones as he walked.

The Lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.

Hood up.

Head down, into the breeze.

They had shared distant waves as she passed by.

Up on the strandline, two men headed south with three dogs.

They stopped at an odd spot to turn back.

It looked like their walked was governed by time not distance?

Beach Buoy headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

7-23 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

He patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He didn't sit or stand to think.

He returned to the beach below by crossing directly over the grey rocks.

He continued south to Sand Martin Corner.

Once there, two hoods went up.

A pencil replaced a pen for beach book notes.

Makes life easier on damp pages.

The confident lady and her confident dog walked northwards along the water's edge.

The only sign this morning that there was a Sun at all, was a pink/peach glow in the otherwise grey sky.

Two escaped shadows and their dog went for a walk on a day off.

The rain stopped.

Two hoods came down.

Beach Buoy stood facing the breeze,

He let it wash over him.

Beach Buoy headed to the van, refreshed.

BEACH BUOY.