27, OCTOBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

26 OCTOBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Sunday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

They had left the house at 6-28.

The clocks had gone back overnight.

Street lights were turning off as they walked underneath them.

A single duck flew overhead.

The sky was clear, with low cloud only out on the horizon at sea.

Another Dog is a slow street walker.

They were getting nowhere fast.

25 OCTOBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Saturday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

Tumbling fallen leaves raced them to the Sea Front, blown by a wind from the west.

A man on a mobility scooter passed by on Elizabeth Way.

He had just left the over 55's apartment block.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Chilly."

"Fresh."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog crossed a breezy car park at 7-45.

The sea was wild.

The tide was well in.

A man and his dog walked north by the sea.

A lady and her Border Collie went to the sea too.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed south.

The sea was wonderful.

Waves ran along the length of the Pier.

One half of Team Muzzled Dog caught up.

They walked and talked up to the Grey Rocks.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

8-23.

"Morning Mate."

He added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think.

The drama out in the bay was reassuring.

A little like rainfall on a tin roof.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach below.

They walked by the sea.

They had to take care.

Once ashore it ran and ran.

From beach level, the horizon was just a jagged edge.

The tide was reluctantly heading out.

The lady with a white dog and a black dog was up in the dunes, heading back north.

Her black dog ranch to the beach to fetch her a stick that was more of a tree.

Heading back with an eye on the sea, not the time.

The Sea Serpent Marker looked lost.

It was one of those days that you could just watch the sea all day long.

Waves danced like flames on a real log fire.

Beach Buoy looked south.

The Gentleman who sleeps rough in many different locations was heading north towards the village.

He stopped to have a sit and think.

Beach Buoy had slowed down to be able to chat to him.

He seemed happy in his thoughts?

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the Esplanade.

A couple had stopped to chat to the Gentleman who sleeps rough.

There seems to be a lot of goodwill towards him.

It cant be easy carrying everything you need with you all of the time.

BEACH BUOY.