SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 15. NOVEMBER 2025.

Saturday Morning.

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

"OH NO THEY DIDN'T."

They did.

They reached the beach at 7-48 a.m.

Beach Buoy had chatted to one third of Team Mick Aston Jumper up on The Esplanade.

"Long time since l've seen the sand up here."

The gentleman was referring to the amount of wind-blown sand along the walkway.

There was a really strong wind blowing from the east, across the sea.

The the was well out.

There was a strong wind off the sea.

Beach Buoy carried Another Dog down to the sea.

Wind-blown sand can't blow off the sea.

Two Oyster Catchers stood facing the wind and the sea.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The Seaton Carew Wreck was on show  once more.

It'll be still there when we are long gone.

The view back to the north.

It was a bracing morning.

The clouds were wonderful.

It was a new beach book day.

There was a malfunction with the book's elastic.

The book fell splat onto the wet tidal sands.

The book was full of beach.

A couple that are rarely mentioned on the blog, headed back to the north.

A man with a young Border Collie overtook Beach Buoy and Another Dog as they headed for the low level route.

Ears flapped in the strong wind as they made their way up the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.

It was 8-25.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

They didn't stay.

It was like a wind tunnel up on the dune edge.

The rumour was that an F1 Team had enquired about renting the piece next to the stack to work on their car's aerodynamics.

"See you Mate."

They returned to the beach below.

The Man with a Bosnian Rescue Dog was up ahead.

The man with a Dashing Doodle Dog was heading south.

The Reluctant Jogger jogged by.

They had chatted previously.

Gulls hung in the updraught off the dune edge.

Lady with a woollen hat and a determined stride headed south along the strand-line.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.

Sandy ramps let shifting sand run free on The Esplanade.

BEACH BUOY.