Friday, 7 August 2026
Thursday, 6 August 2026
6, AUG 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE
Middleton Pier.
The Yellow Boat that services the Wind Turbines.
Rain out at sea.
Apsrtments being attached to the lift shaft.
Beach Buoy.
6, AUGUST 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Let sleeping dogs lie?
Another Dog was asleep.
Beach Buoy woke her.
They walked to the beach.
They crossed Sandy Car Park at 6-32 a.m.
Regular sea swimmers were drying themselves at their car.
The person who walks the car park perimeter did so.
To the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy couldn't hear or see any Little Terns.
They headed to the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
It was overcast with a breeze from the west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy tipped a cap full of seeds for a nearby Crow.
It didn't seem to be interested at first.
Then it decided to walk towards it like a Police Constable looking for clues.
They headed to the low level route.
The lady who walks as far as the tide would allow gave a returned distant wave as turned to head back north.
Beach Buoy collected two sturdy stones.
They were added to the sea defence.
Up the small slope.
Ruby.
aka
Another Dog.
"Morning Mate."
An unheard factory buzzer buzzed.
It was 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
It was half full / half empty.
He scattered seeds for the birds.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view, sitting and thinking.
Another Dog did the same on the dune sand.
They stood to go.
"See you mate."
A Magpie watched from a distance.
A Crow reached the stack first.
Team Muzzled Dog approached.
They shared distant waves.
Another Dog was happy to trot back.
The tide was coming in.
Distant waves were shared as Dylan the Dog and owner were heading south.
Once on the Esplanade, Beach 5put a small beach clean into a bin.
Rita, the meter maid was walking from machine to machine, checking for returned coins.
They headed back on foot.
If you ever wondered...
Top number is pile size.
150mm -6 inch
The bottom number is distance to hydrant.
This one is blank as it is right beside it.
Older ones will be in imperial.
Paul.
Wednesday, 5 August 2026
5, AUG. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They set off at 5-21 a.m.
Walk by the Cricket Club.
On the other side of the road, the person who walks the car park perimeter whilst wired for sound was walking towards the beach too.
South west breeze blew leaves from nearby trees.
Across the Clock Tower Grass.
To the Esplanade.
It was 5-40.
They set off along the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
The breeze picked up.
It was more west than south west now.
The tide was more in than it was out.
It was still good to have some width to the tidal sands after so many high tide visits.
The Sun broke free from the clouds.
Their sunshine shadows joined them for a while.
Team One Black Ear were to the south.
They were heading north.
They chatted as their sandy paths crossed.
It always pays to look up.
Daytime Moons are always pleasing.
They made their way to the low level route.
The local tip had been shut down.
Unemployed Gulls that picked at new deliveries in their hundreds now stood, unemployed.
They would have to turn to the sea for a living.
No year-round "food" on tap.
Flocks of Gulls sat around seemed to be a more common site.
They walked the low level route.
There was Wabbit Twacks everywhere.
Beach Buoy selected two Sturdy Stones.
They were added to the sea defence.
6-21.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
FHE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He scattered some seeds for the birds.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He scanned the sea surface.
He had missed the Dolphin sightings of yesterday.
He did have the Sea Serpent.
Not everyone sees the Sea Serpent.
A Sand Martin flew south to north.
An Oyster Catcher whistled north to south.
The slate that Beach Buoy painted and fitted fir the Army veteran's Dog.
"See you mate."
Back along the low level route.
Another Dog led the way.
Beach Buoy had walked this beach many times.
It was the first time that he had noticed the grassy mounds behind the seafront houses.
The Sun had caught the bone dry yellow grass.
It seemed odd, only noticing them after all of this time.
So dry for so long...
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They continued northwards.
Look up.
Lovely clouds.
The was a lovely blue light over Saltburn way and beyond.
They headed to the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy put his beach clean into a bin.
They set off across the car park.
Distant waves were shared, Team Muzzled Dog were on the Esplanade, heading to the beach.
Head back.
Paul.
Tuesday, 4 August 2026
4, AUG. 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
As he began to head back, Beach Buoy stopped to chat to a gentleman who lived in the Marina Apartments.
He was losing his sea view to the new builds.
Paul.
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