Saturday, 26 September 2026
26, SEPTEMBER 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
Seaton Carew Bus Station.
Cycle along The Esplanade.
The weekly Fun/Park Run along The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy is happy for them but some of them don't consider others who use it too.
The bridge that crosses the two halves of the Pier, framing Middleton Beach beyond.
This was Beach Buoy's childhood beach.
Cycle to the north end of The Esplanade.
One half of Team Muzzled Dog were acting as a Marshall and Marker for the runner's turning point.
Paul.
Friday, 25 September 2026
25, SEPT. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. AN EVENING VISIT.
Ruby being told that they were off on their third walk of the day.
They walked to the beach at Ruby's pace.
It took a while.
It was around 5 p.m. by the time they arrived.
They headed to the tidal sands.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they did so.
A metal detectorist searched to the north.
A man and his dog headed north along the water's edge.
The tide was well in but heading out.
Pied-Wagtails worked the strand-line.
Terns dropped into the sea.
A family of four led the way
Dad walked with son.
Mother walked with daughter.
The four walked as far south as the tide would allow.
They turned and headed back north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.
Beach Buoy chose two sturdy stones for the makeshift sea defence.
He added the stones.
They climbed the small slope.
It was 5-35 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered a seed supper.
It would most probably be for mice rather than the Crows.
The Crows seem to go elsewhere as the day goes on?
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He had a good think.
Ruby had a well-earned rest.
It was her third longish walk of the day
"See you mate.
See you everybody."
They returned to the low level route and the beach below.
They headed back.
Once more, the slope on the beach headed them to the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
Beach Buoy has started regular bike rides along The Esplanade.
Going from a clockwork type beach to a Clockwork Esplanade.
Some new regulars and some old familiar faces off the beach, all playing their interconnecting roles.
Not sure if it is correct to call someone old and little anymore?
Anyway, there is a little old lady.
She is slightly taller than The Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy says "Morning" as he cycles by her.
She stops regularly to look out to sea with her binoculars.
Beach Buoy is sure that the Lady has lived the most interesting of lives.
Is it the birds
Is it the boats.
Or has she lost a loved one at sea many years ago, but looks for them everyday?
Whatever the reason, it's lovely to see.
Paul.
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