SATURDAY, 25 JULY 2020. SPENT THE DAY IN SHED.

Beach Buoy had been a little unwell.
A day in the shed took  the place of any beach activities.

Stubborn Dog; worried sick about Beach Buoy.
Or maybe just wanted a piece of toast.

BEACH BUOY.

FRIDAY 24 JULY 2020. A DAY OFF. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Friday 6-38 am
The car park was empty apart from the cab of an articulated lorry that had spent the night there.
The beach was empty too.
More than a dozen Little Terns were swooping around playfully.

Four Cormorant crossed the Bay towards the Headland.

Beach Buoy walked up the dunes a little to allow two ladies to enjoy the water's edge in peace.
More and more people began to show up, a game of beach  chess ensued.

Sammy the Seal said hello after making a few camera dodging dives.

Beach Buoy kept out the way of others and headed back by the dunes.
Out of the blue a wet and sandy Mari (The 7am club dog.)
bounded across the dunes to say hi and have her usual neck scratch.
Scratch done, she was off.

Beach Buoy had brought breakfast.

Only joking.

Beach Buoy beach cleaned the booze and box.
They had left three unopened bottles too.

The beach walk ended up with a coffee in van.

The day and Beach Buoy ended up in hospital.


BEACH BUOY.

23 JULY 2020 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy took his tea to the Car Park.
It had been a rainy day but now (6pm) it was bright and sunny.
As Beach Buoy ate his ketchup covered Tea, the Car Park began to fill up.
( Just a coincidence.)
The first of the boy / girl racers arrived to the sound of a fanfare of 'sports' or broken exhaust note.
A lady placed a large bag of beach cleaned rubbish in the promenade bin, then headed off; no fanfare.

6-30 pm was Beach time.
It was fairly quiet. 
Perhaps they had all made rainy night plans?
The sun had showed up and threw a curve ball.

An  aeroplane  broke the relative silence of the beach as it headed for Teeside Airport (Or whatever name it is going under at the moment.)
Beach Buoy half expecting to end up being called 
Quite handy for Newcastle and Leeds Airport
 one day.

Beach Buoy had only walked half way to the stack when he decided to plonk himself down on the dune edge.
The sand was damp after all of the earlier rain.
He sat and watched  the Little Terns dropped into the sea, as Stubborn Dog fell asleep.

The tide was high.
People passed nearby on the water's edge.
Henry the Spaniel wagged by, his owner was explain to her friend that he was called Henry because he picks anything up.

Amber another Spaniel followed soon after.

Beach Buoy was feeling a bit rough as he had done for a while. 
He went no further than the sitting stop.
No stack tonight.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS 22 JULY 2020.

Wednesday 6-39 pm
Overcast.
Mild.
Breeze from west.
Tide more in than out.

He walked to the water's edge and that was it.

Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog like a baby.

Beach Buoy drank coffee and nodded off
...again

BEACH BUOY.

TUESDAY, 21 JULY 2020. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Tuesday Evening at 7-45.
It was very bright with a lovely refreshing breeze that blew directly off the sea; It smelt gorgeous.

South it was.
Thankfully not too many people about.

Seaton Carew looked grand this evening.

Sit and think time up at the stack.
Beach Buoy.

MONDAY 20 JULY 2020. SEATON SANDS.

They arrived at 7-11pm
around the same time as a prat with thumping music blazing from his car as he assembled a bicycle that he had taken from the rear of the vehicle.

Terns twisted and turned in the air above the sea.

They had ventured down to the water's edge.

The tide was well out.

It was a peaceful beach.

They stacked the stack and had a sit and think.

It was so peaceful Beach Buoy almost nodded off.

A slow walkback whilst enjoying the reflections.

Off to the van......

Later... It was blog time
The usual discussion about who had top-billing in the blog, which photographs to use?

Stubborn Dog found it all a little too much...
Beach Buoy.

SUNDAY 19 JULY 2020 . SEATON SANDS AND A BIKE RIDE.

Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at the
 Car Park at 5-45 am.
It was a bright and sunny start to the day.
An equally bright yellow camper van was parked up in one corner of the large and otherwise empty Car Park.
It looked liked they had spent the night beside the dunes?

A BMW pulled into the Car Park.
A couple stepped out of the car.
The lady had a long coat over her shoulders as if it were a cape.
They walked away from the front of the car.
They squatted  down looking at their vehicle as if checking something?
Maybe that long coat was a cape after all.
A new superhero; Headlight Alignment Woman?
Moments later they were back in the
Headlight Alignmentmobile ....
Somewhere, someone is dazzling another with their incorrectly  aligned headlights...
Thing is; it was a bright morning.

Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the strand line and headed south.
A narrow cloud came along and claimed the sun for a while.
A man walked north along the water's edge with a large black dog.

They had a sit and think down on that large driftwood 'Bench.'

The 'story of their own' couple appeared from the North.
Beach Buoy moved on.

They stacked the stack
To the West an Oil Rig

To the East; a Sea Serpent.

The sky over the grey rocks was as blue as could be.

Coal (Sea coal.), Solar and wind power too.

The rock pools were crystal clear.

A crow and a driftwood sea serpent look north.

Stubborn Dog deflates on a WW2 tank trap.
Beach Buoy found a nearby rock to sit on and let the morning sun warm some old bones. 

They headed back "Heave!'


Beach Buoy sat in the van as a couple rested nearby  on a Promenade bench seemingly discussing the virtues of the fold-away electric bicycles.

The Yellow camper van had its sea-facing rear doors open.
Breakfast with a view?

A man cycled into the car park on one of those bikes with over-sized tyres.
He rode an imaginary slalom spread out across the car park.
He went on to rest on promenade wall, right in front of the Yellow Camper vantage point!

The Church bells rang for 8-15 am.
A boiling kettle joined in the chorus. 
Beach Buoy sipped hot coffee as he looked out towards the
 Sea of sparkling diamonds.

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Later Beach Buoy set of on his bike.
No oversized tyres for him; just an oversized rider.
They passed Graythorp on Tees Road.
They are dismantling Oil Rigs.
A broken up one, lies at the front of the yard.

Then it was Greatham Creek.
The stumps are all that remains of a community of houseboats.

More stumps; legs of an old bridge.
A new bridges partially visible on the left.

The tide was coming in, as were Seals.

The old road that once joined the dismantled  bridge.

He cycled along a path the led to the viewing hides.

Hide.

Seek.

He followed the path around to a second  hide.

World War Two....a hide of a different type. 

He headed back...

Keep Out!

He checked on the seals as he headed back.
There were a total of over forty spread across the banks of the creek.

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Later, Beach Buoy  cleaned out the van with  no help at al from Stubborn Dog.




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They went and parked up, down by the promenade wall.

Peter and Paul.

BEACH BUOY.