GEOFF'S BIRTHDAY.

 

GOD BLESS MATE.

PAUL.

30, NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Sunday Afternoon.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

 

It was sunny.

There was a chilly breeze blowing from the west.

They accessed the beach via the steps near to the Clock Tower.

A couple were sat in the shadow of the Esplanade Wall, eating fish and chips.

An early chippy tea by a choppy sea.

😏

He collected the second set of five suitable stones of the day.

A Half Moon hung above the bay.

Waiting.

The tide was a good way out.

To the north, the wreck was coming ashore once more.

A ship headed out into the roughness of the bay.

It was very long.

It almost looked too long for the high and lows that the sea had on offer.

Waves were breaking way out towards the horizon.

Their long sunshine shadows were lost in the same sea.

Bon Yoyage.

As they approached the low level route, Beach Buoy spotted an ex Twitter now Bluesky mate and his wonderful and almost matching Doddle Dogs.

They chatted a good while.

As they did so Team Muzzled Dog gave a distant waves as they headed for the big slope.

They were having an additional afternoon walk too.

Ash and his Two Doodle Dogs headed to Sand Martin Corner.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

3-44.

"Afternoon mate."

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

A man approached from the south.

He was older than Beach Buoy.

He walked with hiking poles.

He made the decision to cut across the grey rocks to access the beach.

The poles came in very handy.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy returned to the beach by the medium of sand.

The walker almost dragged the poles behind him now that he was walking on easier terrain.

As they approached the end of the dunes, Beach Buoy saw Not Not Beach Buoy and his little dog head for the south end of The Esplanade.

They were having an afternoon walk too.

The Half Moon watched them leave.

Soon be time.

BEACH BUOY.

30 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Sunday Morning.Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

A hooded man walked home with a Sunday Newspaper tucked under his arm.

He looked like a Crow in human form.

Wind Turbines spun, beyond the Golf Course.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading home.

They arrived at 8-09.

The Sun was just rising.

 Down the steps, much of which are buried in the drifting sand.

A Ship left the river behind.

The Village Church Bells rang for 8-15 as Beach Buoy collected suitable stones.

A man was down by the water's edge.

He stooped and stopped, sometimes heading south as he photographed the vibrant sea.

Checking photographs saved to phone?

They headed south.

Sunlight beckoned.

It would soon be claimed by the low cloud.

...

Three Oyster Catchers formed a Morse Code S.

The Crows were hopeful.

It was windy, so Beach Buoy scooped a handful of sand away to form a bowl on the beach.

He filled it with seed.

Crows came.

Gulls were becoming wise to the gift of seed.

They weren't as brave as the Crows.

They hovered, waiting for the human and his dog to move on.

Photographs were easy pickings once food was on offer.

The Gulls would muscle in on the Crows.

Beach Buoy made a couple of more seed-filled sand bowls as he headed south.

Waves rolled in.

They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

The light was such, that a land-locked Wind Turbine appeared.

Beach Buoy had never noticed it before.

Two hoods came down.

It was nice to feel the full feeling of the morning.

He spotted something in the sand.

A coin?

He touched it with his foot as if to judge its weight.

It was thin plastic.

It set off on it's edge.

It wobbled as it headed, wind-powered to the sea.

It looked like a tiny unicycle with an invisible and inexperienced rider.

Gone.

"Morning Mate."

It was 8-44.

He added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a stand and think.

Ruby did too.

The view.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach below.

The Sea Serpent Marker was taking a battering in the bay.

South Gare Pier too.

It was same for the Ships on the horizon.

... and those leaving the safety of the river.

It was an angry sea.

Brave souls.

Up and down.

Beach Buoy headed back, glad to have sand underfoot.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE LADY WHO DANCED WITH THE SEA.

29 NOVEMBER 2025

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

29 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL

 Saturday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park at 7-55.

The tide was more in than it was out.

There was hardly a breath of wind.

Beach Buoy fed some of the beach crows.

He collected five suitable stones.

By the time he had done so, the Village Church Bells had rang for 8 a.m.

Some walked the water's edge with dogs.

One walked with a metal detector.

Team One Black Ear were up ahead, chatting to a couple.

Dots and dashes of Morse Code Seaweed lay to the south.

To the north too.

Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.

They were heading back to the north.

The Tees Pilot Boat headed out of the river.

The Pilot was onboard an out bound ship.

Other vessels rested on the horizon.

Under the guidance of the Tees Pilot a ship set sail.

Others arrived.

A couple and their dog reached the grey rocks.

In recent weeks they  have had the company of small elusive birds.

These are poor photographs.

Beach Buoy has no idea what they are.

Their song is sweet.

Unknowingly, the are filling the gap left by the Skylarks.

Beach Buoy can't recall hearing them before?

Two Tees Tugs left the river.

They crossed the Bay to Hartlepool.

They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

It was 8-28.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

Beach Buoy had been on a beach every day for a year today.

As if to mark the event, Brakesy had left another wonderful painted stone.

Three Oyster Catchers flew north.

Beach Buoy had a sit and think followed by a stand and think too.

Down on the beach below, a lady seemed to dance with the sea.

She stood had stood at the water's edge to take a photograph the sea.

The sea washed in.

She shuffled back to avoid wet feet.

It actually did look like dance steps.

The sea dancer headed back to the north.

The lady with a white dog and a black dog was heading south when her dogs were good and ready.

Out in the bay, the Sea Serpent danced with the sea too.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The lady with a white dog and a black dog was walking the low level route too.

More Wind Turbine Blades were being delivered .

Beach Buoy returned a beached Starfish to the sea.

You never know...

He scattered some more seed for a Curious Crow.

Up on the Esplanade he was given a health update from a fellow beach walker with a battle to fight.

A man was sitting on the sand out of your shoes bench, watching the wind turbine blades head to the river.

BEACH BUOY.