BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 16 January 2022
Saturday, 15 January 2022
Thursday, 13 January 2022
SEATON CAREW by Artist Liz O'Neill.
Artist, Liz O'Neill has done another excellent painting of Seaton Carew.
Wonderful.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 10 January 2022
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 10 JAN. 2022.
It was an after work beach walk.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach around 3-40 p.m.
There was a fresh, but not chilly breeze from the south west.
There were a few people around, but there was lots of space for everyone.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the strand-line.
It was good to fit in a beach walk.
A little like saving some weekend for a weekday night.
Late afternoon sun illuminated clouds hung over the dunes.
A confident looking lady strode diagonally across the beach towards the sea.
Her large loyal dog padded along behind.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were heading towards the stack when a puzzled looking man appeared at the recently storm-damaged dune edge.
"It's quite a drop."
said Beach Buoy.
Pointing to the south, he added
" The drop is lower at that end."
The man walked so far towards the south then went for it.
He stepped down a collapsing dune.
It delivered him perfectly to the beach below.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack
"Afternoon Mate."
He added some beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They headed back.
Light faded.
Half a Moon watched them leave.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 9 January 2022
09 JAN 2022 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL AN AFTERNOON VISIT
It was 2-40 p.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up.
The car park was busy.
It was overcast with a breeze from the south west.
Two horses were coming up the access ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood to one side.
They began to walk down the ramp.
A man with a fat-tyred bike was heading up.
If roles were reversed it would be a fat tired man with a bike...
People and dogs milled around.
A lady with a pink rucksack, marched south.
Some invited their reflections along to see the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south over shingle and sand.
They headed up to the dunes, beach stones in hand for the stack.
Wind Turbine Towers stood waiting to head out to sea, like pipes of an industrial cathedral organ.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
They looked out into the bay.
Thought some thoughts.
They headed back down to the beach.
"See you mate."
A man and his reflection headed south on the water's edge.
The tide was low enough to allow beach access to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to Sand Martin Corner; the banks of
dune edge that run north from the Pier.
A Dad and lad were setting up on the beach for a fishing adventure.
Beach Buoy had a mooch in the shingle between the World War 2 Tanks Traps.
They turned, heading back to the north.
Up ahead a rider and horse walked the water's edge.
They headed to a companion who was stood up to the north.
Once there, the horse and rider circled him as he took photographs.
The sun came out for a while, changing the feel of the beach completely.
Beach Buoy picked up a large sherd of pottery.
It was an unusual design but one that he recognised as similar to another piece found recently.
Once back at base camp, Beach Buoy located the earlier find.
They were a match.
It had happened once before...
Above are the day's
Bits and Bobs.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 09 JAN 2022.
Beach Buoy cleared the frost from the van before setting off for the beach.
He and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-40 a.m.
There was around half a dozen cars already there.
Two cyclists cycled the promenade.
Silhouettes headed for the water's edge in the half light.
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Gulls dotted a lightening sky.
In the distance, a pile driver thudded relentlessly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the shingle as they headed south.
A Crow crowed on the strand line.
The beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the strand line as a Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew north near the water's edge.
Two Ladies with three dogs passed by.
"Morning."
Beach Buoy responded with a
"Morning."
Before showing off his distant wave technique at closer than usual quarters.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy pulled down the three hoods that he had up.
The air felt fresher, the sea was louder.
A smaller Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew north; air mail.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed a slope on the dune edge.
Frozen footsteps in the sand made a handy staircase.
"Morning Mate."
He placed the collected stones onto the stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy took two stones from his beach bag, that he had collected at Crimdon.
He added them to the stack.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood looking out to sea as waves broke in front of the Sea Serpent Marker.
They turned to head to the
river.
"See you mate."
The sun cleared the hills to the south.
North Gare Beach.
Oyster Catchers stood at the edge of the blue lagoon.
Normally the stones at the edge of the river are piled up in a peak.
Rough seas had flattened them, shingle was scattered around.
A clay pipe fragment laid in the shingle.
They stood by the river a while as a dog walker walked his dog along the North Gare Pier.
They headed back.
The lagoon was edged with a ring of sea coal and an outer ring of frost.
The tide was well in.
It had peaked at 8-38 a.m .
The dune edge had taken a beating recently.
Dottie Dog was up at the dune edge, a lower section than that was hit by rough seas.
The dog owners chatted briefly.
The beach was filling up a little.
Beach Buoy sat in the van and watched the little people as they stood on the promenade wall, watching the yachts in the bay.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 8 January 2022
SEATON SANDS, 08 JAN 2022.
It was around 4a.m. when Beach Buoy woke.
The kettle went on at 5-05 as did Radio Cornwall.
Jack Murley came on the radio at 6.
Beach Buoy said "Hi." to Cornwall.
Cornwall said "Hi. " back.
By 7-12 they were parked up in a cold and dark car park, waiting for daylight.
The man who walks past wearing headphones, walked past.
When it was finally was time to go, Another Dog was reluctant to do so.
The move was made.
It was 7-48 a.m. as they started their walk.
It was still only just half light.
Silhouette Gulls flew inland.
There was a cold wind from the south west.
The tide was more in than it was out.
White breaking surf seemed to unzip a grey/ blue sea in the early morning "light."
A couple headed north on the water's edge.
In the distance an illuminated dog collar glowed
The light approached.
A big white friendly dog stood waiting for a neck scratch.
Beach Buoy obliged with a gloved hand.
A black gloved hand that was white with dog fur😬.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south into the cold wind.
It felt as if daylight would never come.
They were only halfway along the beach when Beach Buoy felt the first raindrop on his face.
They headed for
Stubborn Dog Stack....
"Morning Mate."
He added stones, then patted
THE
stone.
It was 8-13.
A large dog appeared.
There was a bit of a tense stand off.
"Ranger!"
The dog was called away.
They stayed a while.
"See you Mate."
They headed back down onto the beach.
A lady walked along with a Bouncy Spaniel.
The Pilot Boat headed out to meet and greet a large ship that had turned and took aim at the river mouth.
A young family headed south into the fresh wind.
It was nice to a family up and out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived back in the van as fine rain turned to heavy.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 7 January 2022
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