28, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Friday.

Beach Buoy had been up since 2-50.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach at 5-54 a.m.

A former workmate had given a flash of their headlights as they travelled to work.

A jogger jogged down the southernmost access ramp ahead of them.

 The jogger headed south, they did too but at a slower pace 

There was a fresh breeze from the west.

The tide was out but not out as far as the wreck.

The Jogger headed back to the north.

He wore long black socks. 

They made it look like he was making life difficult for himself, running in Wellingtons.

The sea was rippled by the breeze but otherwise calm.

Another Dog had been reading Stubborn Dog's book.

How To Be Stubborn In No Easy Steps.

The Sea Serpent frolicked.

Beach Buoy gathered some suitable stones.

He also collected a beach brick.

It looked like a block of cheese.

It weighed more than a similar sized piece of cheese.

He placed it into his beach bag.

It was all a bit Father Jack.

"I love my brick."

He paused to take a drink of hot coffee.

A man and his Labrador walked the water's edge, heading north.

The first Skylark of the morning burst into song.

A Pheasant Creaked like a rusty gate as they walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-26.

Brakesy had added a stone.

Thank you Breaksy

It was a painted stone.

Bright and beautiful stones had kindly been left in the past.

Beach Buoy knows who that kind person is.

None had been signed by Breaksy.

He didn't know Breaksy.

Beach Buoy added the suitable beach stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

Beach Buoy wrote on the brick before sitting for a sit and think.

He listened to the sea and the Skylarks.

There were lots of small black flies 3rd, drifting in the air along the dune edge.

When they finally arrive, the Sand Martins will have a feast.

Two Ducks flew out from the dunes.

They flew the length of the grey rocks before returning to presumed safety of the dunes.

Beach Buoy stood to go.

"See you mate."

The Lemon Sun began to shine more brightly.

They worked their way to Sand Martin Corner.

There were no shingle finds.

They began to return the north.

Beach Buoy waved up at Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed on the beach below.

To the north the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were also heading north.

Chatting and stopping.

Stopping and chatting.

For the duration of the morning's beach walk, the tide had been edging out.

Tidal Sand Banks became small islands.

Seaton Carew Wreck was on show once more.

They headed towards it.

A Horse headed back to a waiting Horsebox.

The wreck today.

A Crow Crew member had just jumped ship.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE DAY THAT HE HAD TO MAKE VOICE NOTES.

14, MARCH 2025.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy had left his Beach Book behind.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE DAY BEACH BUOY RAN AND SHOUTED "WAHOO!"

13, MARCH 2025.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

27, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Thursday.

Beach Buoy had been up since 3-40.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They arrived at Sandy Car Park 

at 5-41 a.m.

Gulls laughed.

There was a slight breeze from the south west.

The Sun rose like a broken yoke.

They headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.

Beach Buoy didn't go too close.

He didn't want to disturb the birds.

They headed south.

Two Hoods went up then down, more to do with Beach Buoy's frame of mind than a fluctuation in temperature.

They crossed shingle.

Beach Buoy cherry picked stones for Stubborn Dog Stack that were both unusual and suitable.

The Skylarks were singing.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy paused to look back to the north.

No one in sight.

The beach was still theirs.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-22 a.m.

Beach added the unusual but suitable stones 

He patted 

THE 

stone.

Rubes,

Ruby,

Another Dog.

Sit and think time.

Beach Buoy watched the progress of a ship that had just left the river behind.

It headed north.

"See you mate."

They continued south along the dunes.

Way back to the north, Team One Black Ear and the 7 a.m. club chatted.

A man and his dog appeared from North Gare Beach.

They headed north.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.

Driftwood Sculpture by A. N. Other down in Sand Martin Corner.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

They began to head north. 

The Sea Serpent Marker.

They wandered back.

Team One Black Ear led the way.

Beach Buoy reached The Esplanade.

A quiet walk became busy in a good way.

He chatted to Team One Black Ear with Dogs Hugo and Milo.

They had sat at the sand out of your shoes bench, at at the top of the southernmost access ramp.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along The Esplanade from the north with  Excellent Dog Alfie.

It was Thursday so he had Basil the borrowed dog too.

They were all chatting when one third of Team Mick Aston Jumper came along, joining the Hubbub.

The lady has two dog.

Alfie and Archie.

It was this moment that Beach Buoy realised that there were three beach Alfies.

For the first time ever, Alfie and Archie came to Beach Buoy.

He made a fuss of the two dogs.

Shoulder scratches galore.

They both came back for seconds...

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

WAVING TO A STRANGER ON THE BEACH BELOW.

Beach Buoy.

26, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Wednesday afternoon.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park.

They headed to the beach.

It was bright and breezy.

It was 3-45 p.m.

The litter pick lady and her Scottie dog were on Station Road Access Ramp.

She had found a phone.

Beach Buoy asked if it would turn on.

It did.

They had a game of guess the access code.

Then they could ring someone on the contact list, letting them know that the telephone had been found and wass safe.

They went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.

It was a warm afternoon.

The tide was a fair way out.

People walked with folded coats over arms bent at ninety degrees.

Beach Buoy gathered suitable stones as they walked.

"Afternoon Mate."

It was 4-36.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.

He watched the sea.

He can't surf.

He can't swim.

He did know that the waves looked to be good ones to surf.

They were as good as could be for this part of the world.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

They returned to the north.

They returned to the Village.

The tide was going out .

The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.

BEACH BUOY.

26, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Wednesday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off in the fog.

As he had put Another Dog into the van, he knew some people would wonder why they were going so early?

It was 5-40 a.m.

It was foggy.

So not for photo opportunities then?

It's just who Beach Buoy is.

Loves being on the beach.

The peace, the wildlife, the beach regulars and yes a change to photograph and share some of the beach scenes.

For a while its an escape to another world 

They arrived at 5-50, around sunrise.

From the car park Beach Buoy could see that the tide was low.

It was beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.

That's roundabout where visibility ended.

They set off towards the wreck.

Only half of the Village was visible.

The wreck.

A breeze was blowing from the south west.

Beach Buoy looked up.

There was a hint of blue sky.

He could see the fog moving out to sea.

The fog seemed to go as high as a block of flats, clear skies above.

He stood watching the fog drift out to sea.

6-12. 

The last of the fog began to clear.

The Sun broke through.

So lucky.

It was becoming brighter by the second.

The early bird had caught the worm.

That's how Beach Buoy was feeling.

The Skylarks began to sing.

Magpies made Magpie noises.

From back in the dunes, a Creaking Pheasant joined the chorus.

Beach Buoy paused.

He took a drink of hot coffee.

He savoured the sights and sounds.

This is why he is up and out so early.

He looked north.

The full Village was as clear as a bell,

a still and silent bell.

The Yellow light was Green for go for some of the water's edge Gulls.

Others followed.

The Sea Serpent.

Beach Buoy collected some suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

Inland, an early morning bad news siren sounded.

" Morning Mate."

It was 6-34 a.m.

Beach Buoy added some stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

The Gulls all headed inland.

Coffee and a sit and think.

The fog curtain had gone.

The Sun was the star of the show.

The coffee was perfect.

The stoney stack made an excellent cup holder.

He stood to go.

The Sea Serpent and it's marker.

To the north on the beach below, Beach Buoy could see Team One Black Ear were heading south.

"See you mate." 

They headed south too, along the dune edge.

They walked the dune edge.

Beach Buoy hoped it was a Skylark.

A tiny bird sat at the top of the dune grass.

South on the dune edge.

Beach Buoy paused.

He watched a Skylark take off.

He watched rise almost vertically, this one didn't burst into song .

It dropped like a stone, back to the ground, as they all do.

A self conscious tank trap wears a dune grass wig.

Another bad news siren drifted along the beach.

They crossed the grey rocks.

Back to the beach below.

Rubes.

Ruby.

Another Dog.

They headed back.

Team One Black Ear were too far ahead to catch up.

A man up on a dune heights applauded.

Beach Buoy half expected him to shout.

"Excellent beach walk Sir."

In reality he was just removing dune sands from his hands...

BEACH BUOY