4,FEB. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Wednesday morning at 7-12.

Beach Buoy ans Another Dog reached the beach car park.

It wasn't quite half light.

Down the southernmost access ramp, they were on the beach.

The tide was well in.

It would be low tide at 11-26.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Sunrise was supposed to be around 7-50.

Beach Buoy wasn't expecting to see it at all today.

There was a light breeze from the south east.

It was peppered with fine rain.

Even in the poor daylight, Beach Buoy could see that the sea was still very angry.

The horizon was an undulating line of waves.

It was quite mild, at least it felt mild at 4 degrees after yesterday's chill.

They headed towards the low level route.

The last high tide had claimed lots of sand.

They walked the low level route.

The sea had reshaped some of that too.

"Morning Mate.

It was 7-37.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

No Crows today.

It was still quite dark, darker than the photographs would have one think.

Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.

Ruby.

Another Dog.

After Stubborn Dog Beach Buoy did say that he would never have Another Dog.

Now he has.

It will be his last.

The view north to Seaton Carew Village from Stubborn Dog Stack.

He scattered some seed for the Missing Crows.

As well as five suitable stones, Beach Buoy has been bringing a sturdy stone each day.

He had started a feeble attempt at sea defences at the base of the small slope.

It can't do any harm to try.

The only danger is that it could end up like an old Danny Kaye film.

A bit vessel with the pestle and the flagon with a dragon etc.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

Brakesy's seat had been moved, possibly by the man himself?

It looked to be a more sheltered spot from the prevailing wind.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had just turned to head back north.

An unknown man headed south with two inquisitive dogs.

A Ship slipped out to a rough sea.

The beachcombers led the way.

Sea foam from a rough sea resembled fallen snow.

Thirteen Crows landed nearby.

Beach Buoy scattered some seed,

Rubes.

Paul.

BEACH BUOY.

THE CABIN.

Beach-found slate base.

Silver windows.

That'll do.

BEACH BUOY.

3 FEB 2026 SEATON SANDS. HARTLEPOOL.

 Tuesday morning.

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park.

They headed to the Esplanade.

A Council Road Sweeping Truck was clearing sand from the Espalanade.

They reached the beach at 8-32.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The tide was a good way out.

There was a cold wind blowing off the sea.

The wind had no soft sand left to blow.

Stones and shingle left in many areas.

A Council Beach Tractor headed north to clear wind-blown sand.

The Wreck today.

Its being claimed by the sand once more.

Even though the tide was quite low, waves battered South Gare.

A man with two dogs headed north.

The wind was cold and strong.

A dead bird gave a distant wave from the strand-line.

It's carcass was picked to the bone but its feather-light wing flapped in the biting wind.

Whilst heading to the low level route, Beach Buoy spotted some ghost fishing gear.

He took it up to the stack for now.

It was too windy to drag it all of the way back to the  Esplanade today.

Morning Mate.

Beach Buoy patted

THE 

stone.

He added five that were suitable.

It was 9-12 a.m.

The Crow didn't show today.

Ir was maybe too windy?

The ghost fishing gear showed 

SH7

SH is for Scarborough,

They possibly came from a Fishing Boat  called GITTE?

RUBY.

WALTER.

To the west, the final part of the Oil Rig was broken in to two parts.

Beach Buoy scattered some seed for the Missing Crows.

They headed back with the comfort of a tailwind.

North to the Village.

Gulls struggled to head south.

They went up to the wind and road sweeper swept Esplanade.

BEACH BUOY.

ABOUT A BUOY.

A short film from the Tearoom Studios.

We had a bit of overspend on the special effects budget.

There is a meeting planned.

There may be cake.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 2, FEB 2026.

 Monday morning.

Beach Buoy had parked up in Seaton Park.

He, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog crossed the road and the Esplanade.

They headed down the access ramp in front of the colourful but little used Beach Huts.

They reached the beach at 8-29.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

It was a morning of misty hints.

A hint of the Headland.

A hint of a Ship, heading for Port.

A hint of the Turbines turning unseen in the Bay.

The sea was till a little rough.

There was a light  chilly breeze from the south west.

The wreck today.

Sand had begun to reclaim it.

In contrast, the beach to the west looked more like a cobbled street.

A Beach stripped of sand by strong winds.

With a look to the north, Beach Buoy and the Dogs headed south.

It was cold fingers but two hoods were down.

It was good to feel the day.

They headed to the low level route.

A Gull passed by.

It seemed to be flying in slow motion as if passed by at almost headed height.

A Crow landed on a driftwood stump looking for seed.

Beach Buoy gave it directions.

He really did.

You know he did.

They climbed the smalls slope.

There was a Crow.

It sat waiting on the giant pencil.

9-07 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy patted 

THE

stone.

He added the five that were suitable.

"You hungry mate?"

The Crowed sounded like it was.

Recent additions to Stubborn Dog Stack.

The Crow watched as Beach Buoy scattered a line of seeed.

"See you mate."

(Stubborn Dog.)

They returned to the beach below.

The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.

They exchanged distant waves that were almost a salute.

Two Ladies with Spaniels and Coffees headed south.

Beach Buoy searched the shingle as he headed back to the north.

He looked for sea alleys and bottle tops.

He found shards of tranquillity and sherds of peace.

They'll do.

BEACH BUOY.

Be happy.

No hate.

THE CABIN.

 Beach Buoy had been going to have a go at this for a while.

If you think you can't sing, sing.

If you think you can't draw, draw.

If you think that you can't do pottery, do pottery.

Don't let people put you down.

Never put yourself down.

Have a go at anything.

He had a go.

It is what it is.

The fact that it was actually made is more important than how it looks.

The Cabin had gone.

Its just the corner of a car park now.

The first half of the Cabin was a waorkshop.

Bench with a vice looking out into Middleton Bay.

Dad's and Beach Buoy's childhood bay.

The second half had a bench seat, a secret cupboard to hide his tools.

A Grey Enamel Gas Cooker, bought from an old lady in Horden in one of the numbered streets.

She was getting a new modern white one... bet she regretted it?

Beach Buoy knew that the thick piece of slate would come in handy...

and... if Ruby hadn't feel asleep on the laptop then it still wouldn't have been made.

BEACH BUOY.

Paul...

THE DAILY BEACH.

 

In association with 

Seaton Snooks Tearoom.

Chief Reporter 

BEACH BUOY.

1 FEB. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Sunday morning.

Low tide at 9-22 a.m.

Beach Buoy drove to the beach with Another Dog.

It was 7-39.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the access ramp just ahead of them .

Got to love people who do this.

🤗

Beach Buoy could see Team One Black Ear on the beach below.

He took a ball for Milo, their Borrowed Dog.

It was mild, slightly misty and damp.

Beach Buoy scattered some seed for Pushy Crows.

He collected five suitable stones.

The tide was well out.

Beach Buoy handed the ball to Team One Black Ear.

They walked and talked their way south.

The Bay's Wind Turbines.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He took out stones that he had offered to place up at the stack.

He laid them out before spraying a few coats of varnish.

He sprayed some of The Brakesy stones too, to protect them.

They had a sit and a think as the varnish dried.

A Visitor arrived.

Breakfast time.

Beach Buoy placed the painted stones in and on the stack.

One of each on show, one hidden.

"See you mate."

Before leaving he scattered some seeds for the waiting Crow.

They headed back.

They walked north along the low level route.

Team Muzzled Dog were heading South up along the dune edge.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Back to the Village.

Rain began to fall.

Another shade of grey.

Back to the wreck.

People and Dogs.

Dogs and People.

The wreck.

It can't have moved  so it was possibly an optical illusion?

The wreck seemed to be laying at a different angle to the Espalnade.

Like the aft, the end near to the sea had rotated to the south.

Must be just an illusion?

BEACH BUOY.