12, OCTOBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Sunday morning.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had overtaken them along the way.

They lady with the greyhound headed along Elizabeth Way.

"Morning."

"Morning."

They reached the Esplanade at 7-01.

Down the Access Ramp, a man with a Labrador.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The Labrador man headed to the sea then North.

He did pause to photograph the bay.

They headed down to the beach.

The tide was well in.

The air was almost still with a slight chill attached.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Team One Black ear were up ahead.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog caught them up.

Milo, the borrowed dog had spotted Beach Buoy.

Twice he trotted over, dropping the ball at Beach Buoy's feet.

The view north.

They walked and talked their way south.

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

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.

Ruby.

"Morning Mate."

it was 7-36.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a stand and think.

He pulled up a hood.

He found the tent-like feel comforting.

Low cloud had claimed the sunrise.

One would have to be as tall as a wind turbine tower if they were wanting to catch the Sun.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach below.

The Gares.

It is said that South Gare is more northerly than North Gare, due to its length?

They headed back north.

It became clear that the tide had not long turned from high.

Beach Buoy found a dead Hag Fish on the water's edge.

They are sometimes called Slime Eels.

He returned it to the sea.

Beach Buoy stopped to chat to a family member and their 6 stone puppy...

Back to the house on foot and paw.

BEACH BUOY.