Friday, 16 October 2026
OCTOBER 16, 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
Just a bike ride from Seaton Carew to the northern end of the Esplanade and back...
More to follow ...
Thursday, 15 October 2026
OCTOBER 15, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy arrived at Sandy Car Park
at 6-27 a.m.
It was as dark as night.
There was a warm wind blowing from the south west.
He set off with two torches and a driftwood name plate.
His Dad died at 56.
He would have been 100 today.
It was darker down on the beach, away from the the lights of the Esplanade.
He located five suitable stones.
He headed south towards Stubborn Dog Stack, the destination for the driftwood nameplate.
The first signs of daylight began to show as he walked the water's edge.
It was 6-45.
It looked as thought the tide had just turned from high.
He made his way along the low level route.
The sky to the south began to show an orange glow.
It was still over half an hour to Sunrise.
He managed to collect two sturdy stones.
He added them to the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-54.
He patted
THE
stone.
He rested the driftwood up at the stack .
He added the five suitable stones.
He scattered seeds.
The wildlife water bowl was fine.
He took out his screwdriver and screws.
He fitted the driftwood facing the sea
It should last a while.
It has had plenty of coats of varnish.
He will do the same for his mother in three years time, if he is still alive.
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"See you mate, see you dad."
Beach Buoy made his way back to the beach.
Light to the south.
He headed north.
No torches required.
Electric lights not sunlight lit the seafront houses.
A man went south with his large white sea-loving dog.
"Don't eat the seaweed!"
A hooded lady went south too.
Eyes on her phone as her brown doodle dog frolicked.
Beach Buoy headed to the car park.
He had to go.
He left the brightening sky behind.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 14 October 2026
OCTOBER 14, HARTLEPOOL HEADLAND.
The Pilot Pier.
Red is Port (left) as you head back to home.
The Andy Capp (Hartlepool Lad.)
By the excellent @durhamspraypaints
Pilot Cabin on Pilot Pier.
The Pot House Pub in distance.
It was originally covered in glazed tiles, hence The Pot House.
Big Sun.
Tiny Turbines.
Heugh Breakwater.
Beach Buoy's Great-grandfather used to ring the Fog Bell on here.
War Memorial and Garden.
Hartlepool Lighthouse under wraps.
BEACH BUOY.
OCTOBER 14, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn, Excellent Dog Alfie, Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked along the beach as the Sun came.
They had arrived together at 7-24 a.m.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The view back north.
A man headed north.
A barefoot lady did too.
Excellent Dog Alfie led the way.
He really is Excellent.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the low level route.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie went up the big slope to the easy route.
Crows monitored Beach Buoy and Breakfast's progress.
After selecting and adding two sturdy stones to the sea defence, they climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-52.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
Lots of unseen birds were singing from the nearby bushes.
They sounded small.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think.
Ruby, Another Dog did too.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Three Crows flew to the stack.
Dottie Dog and her owner ran northwards along the water's edge.
Back to the north, following the barefoot beach walkers footprints.
Barefoot in October.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
" Morning."
"Morning Paul. Alright?"
"Yeah. You?"
" Not bad."
"Good Lad, keep going."
Up ahead, Not Not Beach Buoy his small dog and an additional dog cut across from the beach to the Esplanade.
They never seem to go beyond the start of the dunes.
BEACH BUOY.
OCTOBER 14.
WALKING ALONG THE BEACH WITH MR.GUNN/LUNN AND EXCELLENT DOG ALFIE AS THE SUN CAME UP.
Beach Buoy.
Tuesday, 13 October 2026
OCTOBER 13, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the beach.
It was dark, darker than the photograph would have one believe.
It was 6-25 a.m.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones by torchlight.
Two torches, as advised by Beach Buoy's Das many years earlier.
"Always take two torches. If someone wants to come and steal your fish off you they will think twice if they think there are two of you."
Beach Buoy has no fish, just memories.
They headed south along the water's edge.
The high tide had began to turn.
In the darkness Beach Buoy could hear that they had birds for company. It sounded like Pied-Wagtails?
A silhouette was to the south..
It was a man with a Large White Poodle.
"Morning."
"Morning. He's lost his ball."
Beach Buoy wasn't surprised.
It was still dark.
They went their own ways.
A more accurate view of the light/dark situation.
Saying that, with the hint of orange and adjusting eyes the torches were turned off untill the low level route
No good picking up two sturdy stones if one has legs and runs off!
They walked the low level route.
Torches back on to choose two sturdy and legless stones.
They were added to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-52.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
The beach below to the north.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the low level route.
No Crow activity just yet.
A little too dark and early for them.
Back along the water's edge.
Spots of rain began to fall.
Just spots.
Crows arrived.
Beach Buoy paused.
He pointed to an imaginary wrist watch.
"What time do you call this?
You'll have to go to the stack!"
He pointed in the direction of Stubborn Dog Stack.
Saying that, he had spare seed so he fed the confused birds after all.
Seafront windows began to reflect the day.
BEACH BUOY.
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