THE CYCLIST ON NORTH GARE PIER.
7 SEPTEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Wednesday, 26 November 2025
Tuesday, 25 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE ELDERLY LADY HAVING A SIT AND THINK.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
16 JUNE 2025.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
CHAT TO THE YOUNG LADY WITH A YORKSHIRE TERRIER.
31 MAY 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE HYDRO SURFER.
29 MAY 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE OTHER ALFIE HAD A COAT TOO.
25 NOVEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS.
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
25 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday morning.
It had rained for much of the night.
It was still raining.
Beach Buoy brought Another Dog to the beach anyway.
They arrived at 6-42 a.m.
The rain was light.
The beach was dark.
Beach Buoy scanned the beach with his torch as he selected five suitable stones.
Raindrops flashed by, reflecting in the torchlight.
The wind was slight.
It blew from the north.
They headed south.
The tide was well in.
The sea was pulling back a canny distance before rushing back in.
Fingers of sea foam grabbed at unsuspecting feet.
The rain eased.
Two hoods came down.
They headed to the low level route.
7-14.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They both had a stand and think.
Beach Buoy made notes and watched the waves.
Another Dog watched Beach Buoy make notes and watch the waves.
The most recent Brakesy looked good, wet by torchlight.
Beach Buoy's less talented efforts on a piece of beach-found slate.
Saying that, Amy Oakden , the local BBC Radio Breakfast host and blog reader was kind enough to say on air that "Beach Buoy, he's a wonderful artist."
Too kind.
Thank you.
It's all just a bit of daftness.
If you draw at all you are an Artist.
If you sing at all you are a Singer.
If you write you are a Writer.
"See you mate."
They dropped down onto the low level route.
Beach Buoy waved to the stack.
They walked the low level route, back to the beach.
Once back on the beach, Beach Buoy looked to the south.
It was lighter now.
They continued north .
The water's edge and strand-line were close to one another.
The tide was still high.
The sea trying to make it's way out.
Rain-filled clouds travelled across the horizon.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They stopped to chat.
Their Alfie was wearing a hi-viz coat today.
To the north, off in the distance Beach Buoy could see Mr. Gunn/Lunn heading south.
He approached.
"Where's your mate."
Mr. Gunn/Lunn pointed back to the north.
Excellent Dog Alfie was walking alongside a complete and until then, dog-less stranger.
The slightly bemused man approached them with his new companion.
Beach Buoy noticed that the stranger and Mr.Gunn/Lunn had very similar beards.
"Must be the beard."
"Might be the fact that l have sweets in my pocket?"
"We might all follow you then."
Laughter,
Of course Charlie said don't follow strangers that say that they have sweets.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with his three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach access ramp.
They paused to let the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple head down it.
Wet.
Dry.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 24 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
ALFIE'S NEW COAT AND FLASHING COLLAR.
24 NOVEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy.
24, NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
6-48 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived .
A Jogger was jogging around the dark car park.
It had been raining heavily overnight.
They headed down the wet beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy scanned the beach with his torch.
He located five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
There may have been a hint of the northern lights once more?
They headed to the water's edge.
It was a short walk today.
The tide was well in.
They headed south.
There was a strong wind from the north east.
It wasn't as cold as one would expect on a dark and windy November morning.
Beach Buoy pulled down his two hoods.
It was good to be alive.
Feel the wind.
Watch the waves.
Breath.
Nothing is taken for granted.
The tide was making its way out.
There was a figure behind them to the north.
It turned out to be Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.
Beach Buoy hadn't recognised them as they came south in the half light.
Alfie was wearing a new coat and flashing red collar.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little dog that was as smart as a carrot.
The owners chatted before going their own route.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
They climbed the small sandy slope that led to Stubborn Dog Stack.
7-15.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five stones that he had deemed to be suitable.
Ruby.
He had a stand and think.
He remembered the past.
He savoured the present.
He wondered about the future.
Gulls hung in the air above the dune edge.
"See you mate."
With a glance and a wave back at the stack, they walked the low level route once more.
Back to the north.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with his three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The remainder of the conversation was carried off into the dunes by the wind off the sea.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed south at the base of the dune edge.
"Morning."
"Morning."
with accompanying waves.
A lovely morning.
The dashing dog with a touch of Doodle came to say hello.
The owners passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Clouds to the north suggested rain.
As usual, more Crows than Gulls on the beach once light had arrived.
Team Muzzled Dog approached.
They had the briefest of chats in passing.
Then they were dots in the distance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the car park.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple arrived as they left.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 23 November 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
FOUR MEN WALKING.
23 NOVEMBER 2025
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
NOT NOT BEACH BUOY
22 NOVEMBER 2025.
THE ESPLANADE
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
23 NOVEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They were a little later than usual.
It had been pouring down around 7 a.m.
They arrived at 9-25.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was way out.
The wreck was on show.
Horses / Ponies arrived.
They headed south.
There was a strong breeze from the south.
It was not too hot.
It was not too cold.
Goldilocks would have loved it.
Four men came down to the beach from the low level route.
They headed north to the Village.
Te Horses /Ponies did too.
They made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate,"
It was 9-55.
Beach Buoy added the suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
All but one of the Wind Turbines spun.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south along the undulating heights of the dune edge.
The man who sometimes sleeps down near the sea headed towards the Village.
They have chatted a few times.
He's a good man who seems happy with his chosen lot.
It can't be easy carrying you world with you everywhere.
Maybe doing that, he can leave other life burdens behind?
The Sun came out.
Another dog led the way!
They had a wander around the tank traps.
Lots of sand had gone from Sand Martin Corner.
There were no finds.
Beach Buoy couldn't recall the last time that he found a sea alley.
It had been a while.
They headed back.
Two men stood with their dog, looking at the grey rocks.
"They must be pure granite?"
"Morning."
"Morning."
As they headed back to the north, others walked the dune edge.
Some stopped to photograph the sea.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They were walking a later beach too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Too wet earlier."
"Too wet."
The Sea Serpent showed up.
Two Greyhounds ran by the sea,
One in a red coat, the other blue.
They crossed the car park on foot.
Beach Buoy liked the look of clouds to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
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