Wednesday, 22 July 2026
Tuesday, 21 July 2026
21, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Down to the beach through the cleared rocks.
The sea had piled the stones back up on the other side.
Crow on one of the giant pencils at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sea swimmer.
Treasure.
A sauce bottle top.
Metal detectorist...
Beach fisherman.
Rods and tripods tied to his bike's frame.
Setting up.
Sight or sound being recorded.
Monday, 20 July 2026
20, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday evening.
Beach Buoy went alone.
He arrived at Sandy Car Park at 7-08.
The Car Park and Esplanade were busy.
Teenage boys with over exaggerated deep voices called to one another.
The Little Terns were calling to one another too.
The Little Tern Wardens were still on duty.
They gave information and a loan of binoculars to those who were interested.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
He collected five suitable stones.
Teenagers played rounders in an imaginary square.
Horses and Ponies frolicked by the sea.
Beach Buoy headed to the sea then south.
Four Goths headed south too.
They stopped.
Three of the four went barefoot into the sea.
So 75% of Goths like a Lodge.
A man travelled the water's edge.
It looked like he was running in slow motion.
No, he wasn't jogging, just running in slow motion.
Beach Buoy picked up. Golf ball.
That makes five in two days
Beach Buoy recalled the day that he found 52 in one day.
Someone has written in the sand.
LEAH
ANTH
MILO!
Campfire smoke came from a dip in the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were added to the sea defence.
Up the small slope.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A Lone Sand Martin weaved an invisible stitch in the air.
The Sun to their side.
The lovely fresh breeze on their faces.
A Ship left the river behind.
26 out of 27 Wind Turbines spun facing the breeze.
One stood idle.
It faced north.
It seemed to waiting for a loved one to return...
"See you mate."
They left dunes behind.
Up above an almost Unnoticed Moon hung.
Back along the low level route.
The horses were making the best of a lovely evening.
One rider walked a horse into the shallows.
A couple headed south with a small dog
Another couple headed south with coffees in hand.
An older couple headed north.
No dog.
No coffees.
Just memories.
Paul.
20, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.
It was 6-18.
Little Terns chattered high up in the sky.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the beach access ramp.
Ted "the terrible."
He and his owner south along the water's edge.
The tide was well in.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The Council Tractor was to the north.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear as they were about to leave the beach.
The Tractor trundled north to south.
Off towards the grey rocks.
The sea came in to hide it's tracks.
The Sun slipped behind some fine-looking clouds.
Mackerel Sky?
Change able weather.
Someone had written in the sand.
C+E
surrounded by a heart.
Ted, "the terrible." headed back north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were selected and added to their makeshift sea defence.
One good storm will have it away.
Beach Buoy still feels the need to try.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-15.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He scattered seeds for the birds.
Magpies or Crows.
First come first served.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
The level had gone down about 25mm.
He had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Blue skies are nice but today's clouds were splendid.
He cupped his hands, he "washed" his face in morning sunlight and it's heat.
Team Muzzled Dog appeared.
They all chatted.
News of the recent tragedy had reach Australia.
It was on the news there.
Team Muzzled Dog headed off into the dunes.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
Back to the north.
They paused to chat to Dylan's owner.
Dylan stood waiting for his ball to be ghrown
Sea still rough on a calm day.
Paul.
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