01 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Saturday Morning.

It was very windy.

Too windy for Another Dog.

Beach Buoy set off on foot, alone.

As Beach Buoy locked the front door, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple and their conversation disappeared around the corner.

His passed Bus Station Clock Tower at 6-50.

It may look otherwise.

People and shadows tell lies.

It was a short walk from the Clock Tower to the beach.

Shifting sand snaked across the beach.

Leaving Another Dog at home was a good call.

The strong wind was from the south west.

The tide was well out.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple  seemed to cut short their walk today.

Perhaps too windy?

Or it may have been the difficulty in locating finds as shifting sand will stick to anything wet.

The Seaton Carew Wreck.

Why no dog?

This is why...

To the north a man talked loudly into his mobile phone.

Beach Buoy headed south, collecting five suitable stones as he did so.

Gulls twisted and turned in the air getting nowhere fast.

Beach Buoy continued south.

Needless to say, two hoods were up.

Sand went from Dune to sea.

Beach Buoy paused to look out to sea.

The wind almost pushed him over.

It was better to keep moving.

He headed for the low level route.

The height of the dunes offered  some shelter from wind.

It was almost like a calm day.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-29.

Beach Buoy patted 

THE

stone.

He added five more.

He had a stand and think.

"See you mate."

He had decided to keep going south along the dune edge.

He passed the camp and bicycle that had been abandoned about a month earlier.

He passed a float of some type.