Beach Buoy.
Monday, 11 May 2026
11, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up
at 6-41 a.m.
The Little Terns were silent, grounded by the strong wind from the north.
They headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Sunshine and shadows traded places as clouds rushed by.
Beach Buoy carried Another Dog over a defined strip of shifting sand that snaked along from north to south.
The clouds were dramatic, the wind was fresh.
Rain travelled southwards as it fell out at sea.
A dog walker headed north along the water's edge.
He leant into the headwind.
The rainfall seemed to come ashore at the other side of the river?
The north.
The south.
The tide was out enough to expose the random pipe.
It was taking a bit of a battering.
As was South Gare Pier.
A Gull hung in the strong wind.
Beach Buoy checked back to the north.
They made their way to the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the base of the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-04.
The usual thirty minutes walk was done in just over twenty.
It was wind assisted.
The threat of a soaking out a spring in their step.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They didn't hang around too long.
There was a chance of a soaking on the way back.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Way to the north Team Muzzled Dog walked to the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the water's edge too.
No shifting sand off the sea to worry about.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The Lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by shortly afterwards.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Another band of rain travelled south along the horizon.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled along.
They had forever.
They made their way to the beach access ramp.
The Lady who walks the full length of the beach, headed back to the north.
Up on The Esplanade, a man multitasked.
He jogged as he pushed a Pram.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 10 May 2026
10, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up.in Sandy Car Park.
It was 7-08.
The litter-pick lady was at the top of a bank of wind-blown sand in the south west corner of the car park.
She was collecting litter as her White Scottie Dog stood watching her, perhaps wondering why?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Little Terns filled the air.
Sand Martins were close to the nest site too.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A couple with a small black dog headed south.
The sea swimmers are all year round but today saw the first shoes off paddler of the year.
A young lady with a Border Collie was the first that Beach Buoy had seen.
Her dog was running ahead, before laying in the shallow water.
She took selfies and photographs of her dog as they made their way south.
Yesterday it was an umbrella on the beach.
Today it was shoes-off paddle.
Both bring joy in different ways.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Hiya."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked up near the dunes edge.
There was a fresh but pleasant breeze off the sea.
Skylarks sang to the west.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy left two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope before climbing it.
"Morning Mate."
7-46.
The Skylarks piped them "aboard" the dunes
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
An elderly gentleman arrived via the dunes from the south.
Anyone a day older than Beach Buoy is elderly.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Just making sure that l could find it."
(The stack ) "A friend's daughter's dog has died. I told them she should come here.
"My Dog's ashes are here."
"It's a good idea."
His friendly dog was barking the full time.
"He doesn't like when he isn't centre of attention."
With that, they headed along the "easy " route, down the big slope, down onto the beach below.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stayed at the stack a while.
It was a lovely morning.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Dylan the dog was heading south with his owner.
Distant waves were exchanged.
The man who once had three dogs passed by with three.
More distant waves were exchanged.
A slow walk back to the north.
After all, they have forever.
They rested on the Esplanade Wall for a while.
Rubes.
One last look at the beach before heading back.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 9 May 2026
9, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday morning.
6-58.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park one minute before the rain.
Luckily, the rain didn't amount to much.
Team Muzzled Dog had just returned to The Esplanade, beach walk done.
"Morning."
"Morning.'
"There's not a soul down there."
(The beach )
Perfect thought Beach Buoy.
They chatted a while.
Then one want off to get the paper, the to walk a "Souless "beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Today "Suitable." meant small.
He already has some painted stones in his beach bag.
They left the north behind.
Team Muzzled Dog approached from the north.
Another Dog dropped anchor.
She wasn't moving until they had passed.
"Morning."
"Morning.'
A man emerged from the dunes.
He wore shorts that looked go be two sizes too small.
He took a picture of his setting.
He then began to Jog.
A Crow had a sit and a think on a different driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The tide was more in than it was out.
They continued south.
Others headed back having chosen to turn at some random point along the water's edge.
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Beach Buoy was waggling his phone's camera at Little Terns just beyond the shore.
He heard a noise and turned.
It was a Crow making the saddest and most pathetic attempt at a Crow's call.
"Do you want some breakfast mate?"
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the bird.
The bird seemed grateful.
Maybe it was very young or perhaps unwell?
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers crossed from dune to sea.
They walked the low level route.
The fog buzzer began to blow as they did so.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-38.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added two painted stones for the crew of Trio wrecked at Newburn Bridge.
"See you mate. See you everybody."
They returned to the low level route.
A Tees Tug headed out to sea
The Wind Turbines were barely visible in the gloom.
They headed back.
It was raining.
Up ahead, the excitement of an umbrella on the beach.
Wonderful.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM COLLECTOR CARD.
BIRD IDENTIFICATION.
No.3
A Little Tern diving.
Photo taken from a video Beach Buoy had taken.
The video was paused.
A screenshot was taken.
The image was altered by using the free app Snapseed.
Back to the car park.
They were a little damp...
BEACH BUOY.
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