14, APRIL 2026.
A B C
ASH, BENNY AND COOPER.
SEATON SANDS,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Tuesday, 5 May 2026
5, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-21 a.m.
On a scale up to ten, the Little Tern volume was a seven.
The lady who once fell off her bike was chatting to two others on The Esplanade.
Another little girl ghost.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
Thankfully, the "Ghosts" didn't follow them.
Onto the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A walker / jogger.
It looked like he couldn't make up his mind ?
The tide had not long turned from high.
They walked the water's edge.
A glorious start to the day.
Team One Black Ear came from the north.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
He added two more sturdy stones to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-54.
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.
Towards the river mouth.
Over to Hartlepool Headland.
The sunlight was such that the windows of the sea view houses could be seen.
Often, from Stubborn Dog Stack is more of a silhouette.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the Crows.
They returned to the beach via the low level route.
Dylan the dog and owner were heading south.
"Morning.'
"Morning, lovely isn't it?"
"Lovely."
Team Muzzled Dog came along.
Beach Buoy told them the Brakesy story.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were next on the beach conveyor belt.
That chatted for a short while too.
The tide was working it's way out.
Back to the Access Ramp.
Back to the "Ghosts."
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 4 May 2026
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 4,MAY 2026.
Someone wasn't happy with a second beach visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had arrived
at 6-55 p.m.
A young lady parked alongside and asked about the parking charges.
Beach Buoy told her the situation.
Confident that it was free, her and her small dog headed to the access ramp.
Her dog was spooked by the lost/found coat.
It had been draped over one of the ramp's bollards.
It looked like a little girl ghost, still lost.
Three Little Tern Wardens were on hand if required.
... and a little girl ghost.
They headed to the sea
Beach Buoy collected another five suitable stones.
The tide was heading out.
A couple headed south too.
Up on the dune edge a lady sat with her big white dog.
From a distance it looked like a Sheep.
It was having a great time barking at the hole that it was busy digging.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog led the way south. The receding tide left a sloped beach behind.
"Evening Mate."
He had already added two Sturdy Stones to the sea defence.
It was 7-32.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and a think.
The Sun had been and gone for now.
As so often on an evening, Saltburn had claimed it as it's own.
The fields were a patchwork quilt of sun-kissed crops.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
The beach couple passed by.
"Evening."
"Evening."
They headed back.
Dune folk walked the dunes...
BEACH BUOY.
4, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 5-27.
It was overcast.
A man sat on the sand out of your shoes bench with his greyhound.
He was either fastening his laces or indeed getting sand out of his shoes?
He stood.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The man and the greyhound headed north along the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
The view from the Esplanade across the Little Tern Nest Site.
The clouds seemed to point to the Sun's location on the horizon.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well in.
They headed to the water's edge.
They walked by the sea as they made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
After a day off yesterday, Another Dog was surprisingly keen.
A man threw a driftwood stick for his sea-loving Dog.
The contoured beach had high and lows spots.
The sea was climb a sandy bank then fall into a dip as it came ashore.
Rays of light spread out beyond the Sea Serpent Marker.
More highs and lows.
The camera doesn't do it justice.
They made their way to the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were added to the base of the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-12.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He gave the recent additions to the stack another coat of spray varnish.
He had a stand and a think.
Their arrival had disturbed a Crow that has been having a sit and a think on one of the stack's giant pencil posts.
From up at the stack, Beach Buoy could see that the tide had turned.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
"See you mate."
Back to the Beach.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
They walked as far as Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
They walked and talked their way back north.
They chatted at the sand out of your shoes bench for a while.
Little Terns passed by as they did so.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn stopped for short chat.
He said he had just seen about thirty Little Terns
"Fly in."
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 3 May 2026
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE TEMPTING DRIFTWOOD PLANK.
3, MAY 2026.
SEATON SANDS,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
3, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
It had rained all night.
It was still raining.
Little Terns and raindrops filled the sky alongside the Esplanade.
It was 7-09 a.m.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Alfie the Border Collie had been missing recently with a poorly paw.
It was good to see all four together again.
Beach Buoy headed to the sea.
He collected five small suitable stones.
He already had four painted stones in his beach bag for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sea Pottery piece, decorated inside and outside of it's curve.
The tide was well in but heading out.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
Alfie, the Border Collie had to turn back.
Still a bit of paw trouble.
Beach Buoy continued south.
A tempting driftwood plank.
Beach Buoy picked it up.
The strong breeze off the sea made him turn like some horizontal wind turbine.
He left it for another day or another beach walker.
He checked back to the north.
Up near the low level route he found a small piece of driftwood.
No wind spin.
It went into his beach bag.
It'll come in handy if he never uses it, as they say.
Looking north at the start of the low level route.
.
He headed south.
Two sturdy stones were selected and added to the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
A Stubborn Dog Stack Snail.
It pleased Beach Buoy to see it make use of the stack stones.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-37.
He added the five suitable stones.
He added the painted stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
New Wind Turbine Tower Top were lost in the grey.
The ones out to sea too.
The beach below.
"See you Mate."
He scattered some seeds for the Crows, when they were good and ready.
Down the small slope.
Back along a monochrome beach alone.
Gulls hung in the air.
A Red Ship headed out into the greyness of the bay.
Black and white photography hides it's embarrassment.
As Mr.Cowley said years ago on a soaked Rugby pitch.
"Once you're wet, you can't get any wetter."
Well an income wave made a lie if that.
Beach Buoy and his sea-soaked boots headed to the car park.
The access ramp has it own water feature.
BEACH BUOY.
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