NOVEMBER 14, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

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Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.

As they headed to the beach access ramp, a Crow landed on the Seaton Carew Wreck Information Board.

Another two each picked an Esplanade Light to use as a vantage point to watch them head to the beach.

They headed to the tidal sands.

Ted "the terrible" led the way.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed south.

They stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear, they were leaving.

They carried on to the south.

The north looked as quiet as it was colourful.

They walked a water's edge of different colours.

The Sea Serpent.

To the low level route.

Ted "the terrible." headed back north.

Distant waves were shared.

13, NOVEMBER 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

 

Seaton Carew Bus Station on a bright and very chilly morning.

Beach Buoy cycled to the Esplanade Wall, now that the Sun was up.

Trio was wrecked at this location 125 years ago today.

Beach Buoy's Great Grandfather was awarded the Sea Gallantry Medal for saving life.

Of the ten crew only three survived.

13, November 1901.

If you want to know more just put Trio in the blog's search box.

God Bless them all.

Turning point.

North End of Esplanade.

A fisherman heads along Middleton Pier.

Back to Seaton Carew from Newburn Bridge.

South along The Front.

BEACH BUOY.

13, NOVEMBER 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy headed to the beach alone.

He arrived at 6-25 a.m.

The air was cold.

The sky was clear.

He headed down the access ramp.

Venus was bright to the south.

Down onto the beach.

He collected five suitable stones by torchlight.

He could see where the last had tide had reached.

The darker sand was wet.

It would have wiped out the Little Tern nest site out had they been here.

It was a short walk to the water's edge.

The tide was still well in.

He headed south.

It was quite light.

He could managed without the use of a torch.

He used it anyway, if only for an excuse to use his excellent Scooby Doo and not so good Shaggy voices.

There was no audience.

He'd have gotten away with it too...

"Yikes!" 

He continued south.

The sea was laden with foam.

It seemed to roll in as if in slow motion.

The lady who walks the full length of the beach caught up.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.

Out in the Bay, the sea was rough.

Up the small slope after adding two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

"Morning Mate."

It was around 6-55.

Beach Buoy patted 

THE 

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

One of the two stones for the crew of Trio.

Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.

"See you mate. See you everyone." 

He returned to the low level route.

There had been no Crows.

He heard them now.

They flew by, straight to the stack.

They didn't pass Go or collect £200.

He was early for them today.

They dropped down to the seed.

Back to the north.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.

After a chat, Team One Black Ear continued south. 

Dylan the Dog walked the water's edge.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

7-30 SUNRISE AT STUBBORN DOG STACK.

(10 NOVEMBER.)

Beach Buoy. 

NOVEMBER 12, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They made their way down the access ramp as a jogger headed north along the Esplanade.

It was 6-26 a.m.

They headed to the water's edge.

The tide was a canny way in.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

It was cold.

So were the stones

3 degrees.

There was a chilly wind from the north east.

They went dune side of the beach-trapped water as they made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.

The last tide had been high, almost up to the dune edge.

The sea was tough.

It's edge was filled with seafoam.

Gulls and Planes hung in the air.

It was artificial light that lit seafront windows for now.

They walked the low level route.

It was 6-46.

Beach Buoy selected and added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate." 

It was 6-57.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows.

He had a stand and a think.

Ruby, Another Dog chose to sit and think.

"See you mate." 

They returned to the beach.

The Gateway Crows waited until they had stepped down onto the low level route once more...

Then off they flew to Stubborn Dog Stack.

Breakfast was served.

They made their way along to the beach.

The man with a rucksack and a Rottweiler were just beyond the grey rocks.

He had no rucksack today.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled.

There was no rush today.

The Rottweiler Man walked the water's edge with big friendly dog.

Beach Buoy looked at to sea.

It's what Beach Buoy's do best.

Gulls became Turbines.

Turbines became Gulls.

Back to the north.

The Sun rose.

A lady walked the water's edge, taking photographs of the Sunrise as she did so.

BEACH BUOY.