30, JULY 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

It's been so dry.

The grass is almost the same colour as the Clock Tower.

Through the arch, the Stage for the upcoming show.

North End of the Esplanade.

Beyond Middleton Pier is Hartlepool Headland.

The start of the cycle back to Seaton Carew.

PAUL.

30.JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL

 Thursday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park at 6-13 a.m.

Team One Black Ear were on the Esplanade, walk done.

They chatted.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple crossed the Car Park.

They headed down the beach access ramp.

The regular sea swimmer went from car to wall in a robe.

Checking the sea.

He puffed on a vape.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off.

He collected five suitable stones.

It was the larger Terns that were making the noise this morning.

Beach Buoy doesn't have a clue what type there are.

They are just larger than the Little Terns.

There was a light breeze from the west.

By the time that Beach Buoy had reached the sea, The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had been to the grey and were currently almost half way back.

There seemed to be a regular line of the larger Terns heading south.

Each had a small fish gripped in the mouths as if it were a ticket to an exclusive party, south of North Gare Pier.

Once again, Beach Buoy scattered a cap full of seed for a Strand-line Crow.

The clouds were gorgeous.

Tumbled Duvets.

Up in the dunes to the west, Magpies sounded like machine gunners.

Rays of light and ships at sea.

White tufts of Hugo rolled nearby.

The Dog with One Black Ear seems to have had his regular brushing.

They made their way to the low level route.

Beach Buoy selected two sturdy stones.

They became part of the futile sea defence.

One winter storm will claim them and it.

More later...

29, JULY 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

 

Stage being assembled.

The bike.

Middleton Pier.

Big Wheel on Headland.

The Carnival is in town.

The childhood story bridge .

Dad took Beach Buoy under at high tide at the start of a fishing trip.

Paul.

29, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.

It was 6-03 a.m.

It felt late.

Beach Buoy has been up since 3-15.

The Little Terns were chattering.

They were flying around in twos and threes.

A jogger jogged to the south end of the Esplanade.

There was a light breeze from the south west.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the tidal sands

He collected five suitable stones.

As he did so, five Sand Martins flew overhead

One per stone

Peebles with legs ran along the water's edge.

Head south.

The beach was theirs.

The Sun broke free of the clouds.

A Gull chased a Little Tern for it's catch.

The tide was more in than it was out.

Hundreds of Gulls rafting and looking excited about something.

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper was to the north.

More Gulls watched from the shore.

Beach Buoy scattered a capful of seed for a Strand-line Crow.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.

He collected two sturdy stones.

They were added to the sea defence.

To the north, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were starting their beach walk.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

💔

It looks like the army veteran has recently lost his much-loved Border Collie.

Beach Buoy had a sit and a think.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

He scattered seeds for the birds.

"See you mate."

Back to the low level route.

Crows flew for breakfast.

Back along to the north.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by heading south.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Paul.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE COFFEE COUPLE ON THE ESPLANADE WALL.

JULY 2026.

Beach Buoy.

28, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Tuesday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They arrived at 5-35.

The lady who once fell off her bike was walking northwards along the Esplanade.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy passed the sand out of your shoes bench.

The bench has become a floral memorial to the recent tragic loss of life

The flowers had began to fade.

Three bunches and a message in a bottle were all that remained.

It was mild and overcast.

There was a warm breeze blowing from the south west. 

Little Tern chatter filled the air.

Team One Black Ear were walking south, down by the water's edge.

The tide was more in than it was out.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down beyond the strand-line.

He collected five suitable stones as they did so.

Another Dog constantly wanted to stop.

The stops were not to sniff or other reason other than have control.

Team One Black Ear led the way.

Larger Terns, about fifty percent larger, were working the water's edge, diving into the shallows for their catch.

Beach Buoy and Team One Black Ear (John) chatted.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.

Two sturdy stones were selected.

They were added to the sea defence.

They climbed the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.

6-23 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy thought of the days that daylight won't come until 8-30 or later.

Brrrr

Count your blessings eh?

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

Seeds were scattered.

The wildlife water bowl was topped up.

Down on the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south.

He had a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

He sat a good while, arms folded but relaxed.

Cows mooed from nearby coastal fields.

Two Sand Martins sped by, heading north.

After a while, "See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had been and gone.

Back to the north.

 A lady walked the strand-line, phone in hand and dog at heel.

Beach Buoy was miles away in his head.

He almost didn't see the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.

Just in time he gave a returned distant wave.

A photograph that might be used for a drawing later.

It's the water treatment plant.

Seen behind the Esplanade Wall.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog went up the nearby access ramp.

Team Muzzled Dog were just heading down to the beach.

Dasher the Muzzled Dog led the way.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Everybody alright?"

"Yes."

He put a small beachclean collection into a bin.

He sat on the sand out of your shoes bench and spared a thought.

He read a message brother to brother.

God bless.

Paul.