GOD BLESS.

 

Heard the sirens.

Heard the Coastguard Helicopter.

Stayed away.

God bless.

12 JULY 2026.

Paul.

12, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Sunday.

Sunny day.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-18 a.m.

The Little Terns were chattering.

They headed for the beach.

There was no one around.

 

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

There was a blowy breeze from the north east.

The tide was out as far as the Seaton Carew Wreck.

Once they were on the tidal sand, the headed south.

The sand was unmarked apart from one group of prints.

He recognised them as Team One Black Ear's.

One man and two dogs.

He could see the swirling skid marks where Milo had caught up with a thrown ball.

He could see the route of their journey south then back north.

He found a ball 

Red and Yellow.

A Scooby-Doo ball.

He placed it in his beach bag.

He would pass it on.

The warmth of the Sun

The cool of the breeze 

The touch of the dune grass

Brushing your knees 

The crunch of the shingle,

The smooth of the sand

The tug of a Dog's lead

Held in your hand.

Today's beachclean.

11, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

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The Original Bench reused.

Original installation date.

Thank you.

10, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 An evening visit.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at a Busy Sandy Car Park.

It was 8-08 p.m.

Beach Buoy's evening was made before he had even stepped out on to the Car Park.

A family and their dog were approaching the beach access ramp.

Beach Buoy read the situation.

Dad points. 

Dog ban!

Mam points at Beach Buoy's revisions to the sign.

Mam points to the ramp added to the map.

She points to the ramp.

They set off down to the beach.

It all made sense.

The council signs are disgracefully confusing.

Hopefully more people had understood the revision too.

It was all worthwhile.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the ramp too.

People with boxes of Budweiser led the way.

Like the Car Park, the beach was busy.

It may not seem like it as Beach Buoy had to be careful just where he was pointing his camera to.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The tide was well out.

The Sun was still shining.

There was a nice breeze from the south west.

A young lady with an Orange towel a for a skirt, shouted triumphantly towards the dunes.

"I've found it !"

She held "it" aloft, as if proof was needed.

She gave more detail.

"I found my  **king key!

I didn't give up!"