The Hidden Tap.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 28 August 2022
Saturday, 27 August 2022
27, AUG . 2022. SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
The day that the Dolphins returned.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL, 27 AUG 2022 AN EVENING VISIT.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-01 p.m.
He ate his tea.
They headed to the beach at 7-05 p.m.
The tide was well in, with a fresh breeze off the sea.
The tide was on the way out.
The beach would become wider as the walk progressed.
Driftwood "sculpture."
They headed south on the undulating beach.
Lots of Oyster Catchers were around.
Putting the coal in seacoal.
Beach Buoy had a stop and a look around.
Clouds headed to Seaton Snooks Tea room sporting flamboyant hats in the hope that they would receive the ten percent off their bill.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went up to see Stubborn Dog.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some more stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
X
They headed to the beach, drawn by some beach artwork.
A slow walk back on an ordinary day.
Ordinary days are fine, usually only appreciated when something has gone wrong.
BEACH BUOY.
SAT, 27,AUG 2022, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy woke at 4-44 a.m
He laid for a good while, thinking.
It was an hour later when he and Another Dog pulled up into the beach car park.
Sunrises where arriving later each day now.
They had drove to the beach with sidelights on.
Parked nearby was a foreign motorhome.
A lady stepped out of her car with a coffee and two dogs, then headed to the beach access ramp.
A man cycled to the south end of the promenade.
He dismounted, leaned on the promenade wall looking out to sea as if waiting for the morning beach characters to arrive.
Beach Buoy made a quick coffee.
Coffee drank in a flash, they headed for the sea.
The 7 a.m. club were already to the south.
The sun showed but no sooner had it taken off its pajama bottoms, it donned a cloud hat.
A man headed north with two Black Alsatian Dogs.
He is a beach regular, who does an anticlockwise circular walk from home to beach and back.
Hugo was on the beach and went to investigate.
All was calm.
Beach Buoy watched it all go on from near the dune edge, the north end of the dune area.
Something had disturbed the shoreline Gulls...
Hugo.
♥️
The big friendly dog came to Beach Buoy twice for neck scratches.
The sea and the sky looked gorgeous.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added beach stones to the stack.
He watched the sea a while.
"See you mate."'
He began to head south, aiming for the other sandy slope that leads easily down to the beach.
Suddenly; cheers, screams and applause.
Beach Buoy looked over the dune edge to see just what the commotion was.
The 7 a.m. club had spotted dolphins ♥️.
They cheered at each surfacing of each of the pod.
They were so close to shore.
Beach Buoy must have taken around a hundred photographs to have a couple of any use whatsoever.
The pod headed towards the river mouth to the south.
A yacht drifted across the bay to gain a Gull's eye view.
It isn't brilliant but you do get to see just how briefly they show themselves.
The visits to the surface lessened then stopped the crowd dispersed in dribs and drabs.
Beach Buoy was pleased for the owner of the very very wet retriever.
He had been one of those watching from the water's edge.
It was only a week or so earlier that he had told Beach Buoy that he had never seen the Dolphins.
He had now.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the north and a waiting van.
It was a slow silvery walk back.
Beach Buoy found a beautiful piece of sea pottery.
He named it the dolphin rose.
Beach Buoy ambled along .
Mr Gunn/Nunn came along the beach.
He must have chatted to the 7 a m. Club as they had left the beach.
"Did you see the dolphins? "
he asked.
"Yes." answered Beach Buoy.
"What time were they here?"
Beach Buoy checked his phone for the hundred of so photographs to see what time they were taken.
"Around 6-44."
Beach Buoy went back to the van.
He made a milky coffee.
He sat reliving the beach walk.
The first horse of the day arrived at 7-58 a.m.
A couple cycled to the bench near the access ramp.
They shared a flask as they watched a ship leave port and maybe relive their lives ?
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 26 August 2022
Fri, 26, AUG. 2022. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.
The golf club flag remained at half mast.
A strong breeze off the sea, presented the flag as a whole rectangle pointing inland .
The arrived at the beach at 7-22 p.m.
Beach Buoy parked up.
He went to the van's side door.
A man approached.
"Excuse me mate.
You don't need side bars for your van do you?"
"No, l'm fine thanks."
I have alloys and tyres too."
" I'm ok ta."
Two other VW vans were parked up nearby.
It was a mild evening with a lovely breeze if the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south as a horse wandered down to the sea.
The tide was well out, the beach wide.
The beach had wonderful patterns.
Gulls and Oyster Catchers feasted on seaweed tangles that were deposited around an undulating beach.
They walked towards the sandy slope.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones for the stack as they walked.
"Evening Mate."
He added the beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They spent some time with Stubborn Dog, watching the sea.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They headed north.
The tide had turned.
The sea was filling the dips in the sand.
A family were having a picnic supper on the dune edge.
A Yorkshire Terrier approached.
It was friendly.
It's owner wasn't far behind.
A young lady with large eyelashes.
They had a brief chat before going their own ways.
They rested on the promenade wall.
BEACH BUOY.
Thursday, 25 August 2022
THURS 25 AUG 2022, SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in the beach car park at 6-40 p.m.
It was warm and bright with a lovely fresh breeze from the south.
Beach Buoy had noted that the golf club flag was at half-mast once again.
As they headed down the access ramp, a Dad and lad were just leaving the beach with a metal detector for company.
The tide was well out.
It was nowhere near as busy as Beach Buoy had expected.
As they headed to the sea, a man with a waggy-tailed Spaniel were off to the car park.
For them, it was time to go.
A rouge cloud came to claim the sun.
Beach Buoy read messages written in the sand.
DONTAE
&
GRANDAD.
So many Sand Martins flew by it almost looked like a Starling's murmaration.
Oyster Catchers had gathered at the water's edge
Gulls searched the strand-line.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
He pulled up his hood; a one man tent.
Hood up or not, it was wonderful having Another Dog for company.
"See you mate."
The went to join the birds on the beach.
The Sea Serpent.
Bookend Fishermen tried their luck, beach fishing.
They headed back slowly.
They were passed by seven men, walking and talking.
Beach Buoy made a coffee.
They had a lovely van for company.
.BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 24 August 2022
WED 24, 2022. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy, Another Dog and Borrowed Dog reached the beach car park at 6-51p.m.
It was a mild evening.
It was a calm evening.
It was. "Not too busy." evening.
An elderly couple walked their elderly dog from the water's edge to the access ramp.
Up on the dune edge,a young couple vast on a colourful blanket.
They listened to tinny music that required some bass.
Tracks led to the Village.
Tracks led to the south.
They headed south.
Up ahead seabirds feasted on the strand-line.
The tide was well out.
The Sea Serpent rolled.
A family with a Pug overtook them on the journey south.
he Sea Serpent.
They headed for the Sandy Slope.
Sand Martins everywhere!
They climbed up into the dunes, watching out for low flying birds as they did so.
They stood back in the dunes a little to enjoy the air show.
Two young men cycled along the beach, oblivious to the aerial show nearby.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
Sand Martins filled the air.
"See you mate."
The went back to the beach.
They began a slow walk back.
Others claimed the beach.
For now.
As they headed back to the van, blue lights and sirens travelled the sea front for the second night running.
BEACH BUOY.
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