3, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Beach Buoy was sat in the study, doing blog stuff.

He could hear the heavy rainfall.

No early walk today?

He also heard the Beachcombing Bordre Collie Couple , walking and talking their way to the beach.

"Its only water." 

thought Beach Buoy,

Another Dog could have a sleep in.

Beach Buoy could head for the beach.

He did.

He arrived at 6-30 a.m.

The person who walks the car park perimeter with headphones did so.

They wore a different perhaps more waterproof coat?

The tide was a fair way out.

The wreck was on show.

He walked towards it.

It was rainy but mild.

Beach Buoy collected five stones that were as wet as they were suitable.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already coming back to the north.

He headed south.

The rain had turned to drizzle.

The rain and drizzle passed the baton to one another.

A distant fog buzzer buzzed.

A lady walked the water's edge.

By the time she had turned to head back, her coat was off, tied around her waist.

It was warm, slightly muggy.

Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-57.

He patted 

THE

stone,

He added five more wet and suitable stones.

He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog walked the water's edge.

Her distant wave was returned.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy walked the low level route.

He turned at the end of the grey rocks to continue southwards.

Someone was up way ahead.

They were dressed in orange.

The person seemed to be poking the sea with a stick.

It didn't look like it was a fishing rod.

As Beach Buoy approached, the person and their stick, crossed the grey rocks into the dunes.

They didn't look back.

It seemed a little strange.

The fog was closing in.

Many of the Wind Turbines were seen only by memory not sight.

Beach Buoy turned to head back towards the village.

Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.

One jogging, the other walking.

Their dogs ran from one to the other.

As they passed, the humans all shared distant waves.

Beach Buoy headed back.

The Village eventually came into view.

He stopped to chat to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.

He made a fuss of Excellent Dog Alfie.

As they talked the man with three dogs, who once had four passed by.

Distant waves all around.

BEACH BUOY.

02, SEPTEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

      Tuesday Evening.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-45.

A man older than Beach Buoy was reading the wreck information board.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the Esplanade.

In the distance, the wreck was ashore.

Beach Buoy chatted to the man.

He had been to the wreck many times.

He went on to say he reads the information board every three or four months as he always finds something that he had missed.

They chatted for about ten minutes about history related items.

They shook hands before going their own way.           

A group of ladies sat chatting on camp chairs set out in a circle.

A ray of sunlight had something to say.

Kites.

It was bright with a breeze from the west.

Another stood at the wreck.

A man in a baseball cap sat on the dune edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog took their time heading to Stubborn Dog Stack.

He collected five suitable stones.

A man was heading north.

He had a small, possibly young Border Collie with him.

The dog was sent out on impressive circular runs.

Runs as big in diameter as the tide would allow.

"Evening Mate."

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

It was 7-19.

He had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.

A fisherman stood in the sea.

Beach Buoy watched the world go by.

A man in a flat cap marched northwards in search of the 1950's.

He made some notes in his beach book.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

They had walked about ten minutes to the north.

Beach Buoy realised that his beach book was missing,

Had he left it at the stack?

Another Dog was delighted to have to turn back to check.

They retraced their route.

It could have somehow fallen from his beach bag.

Sure enough there it was.

They returned to the beach.

They headed back.

Another beach bagged and blogged before this time of day becomes black.

BEACH BUOY.

02, SEPT. 2025 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Tuesday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-06 a.m. 

Beach Buoy finished off a thermal mug of coffee that he had brought.

Overnight HGV drivers sat in their trucks, engines running.

Beach Buoy walked to the Esplanade Wall to watch the sunrise.

It peeked over the horizon at 6-13.

The lady who once fell off her bike passed by on foot with her friend.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down to the access ramp

The regular cyclist was at the southern end of the Esplanade watching the sun come up.

"Morning."

"Morning."

It only took five minutes for the Sun to be clear of the horizon.

Up, up and away.

Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.

They Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading down the access ramp

Their dog ran to the sea, before running up and down the water's edge.

Team One Black Ear caught up.

They walked and talked.

Milo the borrowed ran back after a sit in the sea.

In next to no time, the Beachcombers and their dog were heading back.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

it was 6-45.

Beach Buoy patted 

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He checked the wildlife water bowl.

Full of the recent rainwater.

Things had been shuffled around at the stack a little.

It looked like the ex army chap had paid the stack a visit?

All present and correct.

Ruby had a sit and think while keeping a lookout for incoming.

 

Beach Buoy had a sit and think too.

"See you mate."

They walked the low level route once more.

Once clear of the grey rocks, they continued to head south.

Yesterday's curious Doodle Dog ran northwards with its owner.

A man walked the water's edge with two more Doodle Dogs.

They were off their leads but only had eyes for him.

FIVE SAND MARTINS!

The Birds darted above the grey rocks.

Surly these were ones returning from further north to the south?

It was good to see them.

Better than having to wait another seven months.

Have to live that long for it to happen anyway.

Beach Buoy mooched around the Tank Traps.

The man who once had four dogs but now has three was heading to the dunes.

They shared distant waves.

One of his dogs, the black one, the unofficial team leader came to the Tank Traps.

He just sat in a rock pool that had formed around one of the traps.

It didn't look like the type of dog that would want to do such a thing.

They turned to return northwards.

Beach Buoy spotted more Seal Tracks.

Looks like it had fallen asleep at high tide?

Two Young Gulls pestered an Adult for food.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The lady with the black dog called Dylan was heading south.

"Morning."

"Morning, warmer today."

No emergency hat required today.

More Seal tracks.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog  stopped to chat to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.

Beach Buoy made a fuss of excellent dog Alfie.

Back to the van.

BEACH BUOY.

01, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS.

 

Monday Evening.

It was 6-47.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off along the beach.

There was a breeze from the west.

He collected five suitable stones.

The tide was out as far as the Seaton Carew wreck.

They headed south.

A couple were up ahead,  heading south along the water's edge.

The couple stopped to kiss, they turned to return north to the village.

A person walked into the sea.

Their belongings were laid on the beach.

They went in waist height and stood.

A man walked northwards along the water's edge. 

Head in hood.

Hands in pockets.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack,

"Evening Mate."

It was 7-17 p.m.

Beach Buoy added the stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think.

It was OK now, but it had been so windy that the wind turbines had been locked off.

Then the rain had come.

It was heavy.

So heavy that if anyone had been caught in it while on the beach, they could have kept drier by going into the sea.

A Cow mooed from the fields to the west.

Its call went into the Bay,

"See you mate."

Back to the van.

BEACH BUOY.

SEPT. 01 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Monday.

The Golf Club Flag fluttered at half mast.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-14 a.m.

Team One Black Ear were heading south along the strand-line.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading down the beach access ramp.

It was fresh and breezy.

A metal detectorist scanned the dune edge for other people's sadness.

Seaton Carew Village to the north.

They headed south.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Beach Buoy reached the water's edge at about the same time that the 7 a.m. club were passing .

They walked and talked together for a while before the 7 a.m. club had to head back.

They both watch the sunrise times, the shorter days coming.

They went their different ways.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper were walking northwards along the dune edge.

She gave a distant wave which was returned.

Seal tracks.

It headed north before heading to the sea.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back towards the village.

A second set of tracks.

It looked like the Seal had slept before waking to head directly for the sea?

Tumbles of white dog hair rushed by in the strong fresh wind.

Hugo, the dog with one black ear was up ahead being brushed by John, his owner.

They chatted before Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.

7-04 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

He pulled up a hood.

The strong breeze was fresh.

A man with a Doodle Dog headed north.

The dog stopped.

He stared up at Stubborn Dog Stack for a good couple of minutes.

It returned to full doddle mode, running after its owner as if it was falling over.

A lady in a mustard-coloured coat walked south, then back north along the water's edge.

Beach Buoy stood up.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach below.

Once off the low level route, they headed south to Sand Martin Corner.

An Oyster Catcher took flight from its tank trap perch.

A large fish jumped out clear of the water.

It returned sideways on with a splash.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the Village.

The lady with a black dog was heading south.

"Morning,"

"Morning."

The lady added "It's freezing. Found this hat in the car, don't care what l look like."

She pointed to the hat in question.

"Emergency hats are fine." replied Beach Buoy.

They headed off in opposite directions.

The man with a black dog was next along the beach.

"Morning."

"Morning, cold isn't it? Wish l had brought a hat."

Beach Buoy resisted the temptation of giving a lecture.

SUBJECT:- The benefits of always having  an emergency hat to hand.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the north.

At the end of the dunes, a heart shape  made from beach stones.

Two names made from beach stones inside.

Louisa

Jayden.

The s in Louisa was the wrong way around.

A mirror image.

Maybe it was done on purpose?

"Not my name."

They returned to the van.

The beach clean has been placed in the bin.

Rita the meter maid was doing her rounds.

Checking each parking meter for returned coins.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THEY AGREED THAT THEY WERE BLESSED.

15 JUNE 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

They went to the Sea Serpent Marker.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

31, AUGUST 2025.

Beach Buoy.