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.