SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 31, OCTOBER 2025.

 Friday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

It was the most stubborn of walks.

Stop.

Stare.

Power struggle.

Carry.

Explain to other dog walkers.

Stop. 

Stare.

Power struggle.

Carry.

Repeat.

It can be fair to say that when they eventually reached the beach that they were not on talking terms.

They finally reached the beach at 7-31 a.m.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed for the wreck.

The tide was coming in to reclaim it.

It was a mild and milky morning.

Others headed south too.

Beach Buoy spotted Team One Black Ear up on the strand-line, heading north.

He and they took a diagonal route so as to catch up for a chat as they passed one another.

They chatted before heading off in opposite directions.

A Hopeful Crow landed nearby in hope of a treat.

A couple of more failed attempts and off it flew.

"Morning Mate."

it was 8-05.

Beach Buoy patted

THE

 stone.

He added five more.

Another painted stone had arrived.

It had small yellow bugs glued to it.

Beach Buoy had a sit and think.

As a guide as to just how mild it was, the man who walks like the meeting was rearranged to another location at the final moment, stomped along the water's edge with his coat draped over an arm.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

The lady with a white dog and black dog walked the dune edge.

The Banana Yellow boat that tends to the Wind Turbines slipped across the bay as a large ship took aim at the river.

Smaller Ships traded places.

Sea Pottery.

Two ladies with five dogs headed south.

From a distance one of the dogs looked more like a Pony.

The three tiny dogs in the group only added to the effect.

The man with a Dashing Doodle Dog went by.

The dog dashed over three times.

The Big Ship approached the river mouth as they left.

BEACH BUOY.