2, NOVEMBER 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Beach Buoy decided to go on the beach again for his second soaking of the day. 

He went alone.

He parked up at Seaton Park.

It was 11-05 a.m.

On The Esplanade, Council workers were removing barriers.

They had been put in place for last night's fireworks display.

He headed to the beach.

It was a changeable day.

Bright, dull, rain and dry.

A partial rainbow arched over the Village Green.

He headed south, collecting five suitable stones as he did so.

A man and his dog jogged north along the water's edge.

Blue sky appeared.

A Friendly Black Greyhound came over to say hello.

It wore a red tartan jacket.

He headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.

Over on the dune edge, a man headed to the Car Park with his Spaniel.

It was the peanut man.

He brings peanuts for the Crows.

He leaves some up at Stubborn Dog Stack.

They chatted at the stack, a few years ago now.

The discussed dogs and the grief when they go.

The scene to the north had changed once more.

The tide was more in than out.

The wreck was at sea.

The top of the random pipe appeared then disappeared with the rise and fall of the waves. 

At a glance it looked like a curious seal.

He carried on southwards.

Rain that had stopped, started once more.

Two hoods went up.

He was wearing a thicker coat for this visit.

Thicker but just as Orange.

He walked the low level route.

He added five, yes five sturdy stones to the sea defence.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate." 

It was around 11-45.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He scattered seeds.

He took shelter behind a high sea buckthorn bush just north of the stack.

He had a stand and a think.

"See you mate." 

He returned to the low level route.

The Three Crows  moved in for an early lunch. 

Back north, into the rain.

Beach Buoy took two hoods down.

He walked into the wind and rain.

He walked backwards into the wind and rain.

He's old.

He can do as he pleases.

 A man with three dogs was up ahead.

Beach Buoy made his way to The Esplanade.

There was a chance of more shelter from the rain.

A Bright Green Ship set off on a Slate Grey sea.

12-12 p.m

The Sun tried.

The tide was going out.

The "Curious Seal" was just a random pipe once more.

Someone in a hi-viz coat headed to the sea.

We will not be having the Yellow/Green conversation...

Beach Buoy can confirm that The Esplanade was just as wet as the beach.

It was 12-30 and raining.

Beach Buoy can confirm that the Ice-creams are that big. 

BEACH BUOY.

THE DAILY BEACH. No. 15.

 

BEACH BUOY MEDIA .

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NOVEMBER 2, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They arrived just before 7 a.m.

A man went down the beach access ramp before them.

He had a can in his right hand.

He wore one of those hats with long floppy sides.

The type that could double up as part of an   emergency  dog costume for a hastily arranged fancy dress party. 

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed to the flatter tidal sand.

Cold hands were rubbed together before being stuffed into pockets.

They headed south.

Three hoods were up.

They were helped along by a strong and cold tail wind.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back north.

Out on the horizon, rain fell.

It was heading south.

They continued south.

Some lovely light was down the coast.

Rainfall was claiming the light .

They walked the low level route.

Rain fell on the outer hood.

Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones.

They climbed the small slope.

"Morning Mate." 

It was 7-27.

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He had a stand and a think.

"See you mate." 

They headed to the base of the small slope.

Two of the three Crows that headed to the seed at Stubborn Dog Stack.

Back to the north into a strong headwind.

Gulls tried the same. 

BEACH BUOY.

JUST A BIKE RIDE. 1, NOVEMBER 2026.

 The fog hung in the air like idle rain. 

Leaves fell from trees.

A foggy bike ride from Seaton Carew to the north end of The Esplanade, near to Hartlepool Marina.

Preparations were under way for a firework display later in the day

The Clock Tower was becoming a stage.

Into the headwind.

Middleton Pier.

All the fun of the fair.

BEACH BUOY.

NOVEMBER 1, 2026. SEATON SANDS , HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach. 

They parked up in Sandy Car Park. 

It was chilly.

6 degrees.

The air was almost still.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed south.

Team One Black were up ahead with their posse of Crows.

Feed them once and they recognise you every beach visit.

As Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear, the fog buzzer began to buzz.

From a distance there seemed to be a section of rough sea on an otherwise calm day.

The partial Wind Turbines looked like the early stages of an artist's impression.

It became obvious as they headed south that it was just the Sea Serpent being a little lively.

A man and his Happy Dog walked the water's edge.

A couple with hats and dogs headed south.

The lady is a regular.

She sometimes sits and thinks at the grey rocks.

Diving Bird ..

The Turbines were almost lost in a distant mist.

The Three Crows.

Like keepers to the gateway of the low level route.

Beach Buoy knows the password.

Seed.

He checked back to the north.

They walked the low level route.

He collected and placed two sturdy stones.

They climbed the small slope.

"Morning Mate." 

It was 7-44.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He scattered some seeds.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

He watched the Sea Serpent.

The Three Crows, sat down on the grey rocks watched him.

He heard the sound of flapping dog ears.

Dasher, the Muzzled Dog had joined them.

Half of Team Muzzled Dog followed.

They chatted.

The visitors headed off into the dunes.

"See you mate." 

"See you everybody body, Dad,Geoff, Tom the Sunderland Supporter and the rest.

They returned to the low level route.

The Crows went for breakfast.

One of the Crows landed in one of the Giant pencils, to read the menu.

A hint of mist hung over Hartlepool Headland. 

Back along the water's edge.

The mist became thicker.

Everything, including the sound of the sea became a muffled grey.

They continued north through heavy damp air.

A man with a walking stick and a Sausage Dog passed by.

" Morning."

" Morning."

From the north, the screams of sea swimmers entering the water drifted down the water's edge.

The Crow with a large head and an unusual call, came for seed.

He brought nine friends.

Beach Buoy obliged. 

Starlings were up on The Esplanade.

Some landed on the information boards.

Alfie (yes another Alfie) and Archie came to investigate.

They are members of Team Mick Aston Jumper. 

The colourful jumpers haven't been seen in a long time.

BEACH BUOY.