Some bums have dogs.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 19 April 2026
19, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy arrived at the beach alone at 6-05 a.m.
There were two camper vans parked up.
A young couple walked the Esplanade.
They both paused to photograph the Sun.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach access ramp.
An umbrella was laid at the bottom of the ramp.
It was as red as it was broken and abandoned.
It had one job.
A man stood at the water's edge.
He too photographed the Sun.
He walked to the sea like a gunfighter.
Early morning, not high noon.
Into the fresh sea.
He never flinched once.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He walked the water's edge.
The tide had not long turned from high.
There was a light breeze from the west.
To the north, the sea swimmer returned to his belongings.
Unlike Morrissey his clothes weren't stolen.
He dressed and left the beach behind.
A Seaside town they forgot to blog.
Its all in hand.
Don't worry
I'm here.
Beach Buoy paused.
The whole beach was his.
As much as he likes his beach chats.
When the chance comes along for a beach to yourself, savour it.
For a while its an Island.
He's been an Island much as his life.
Sea pottery.
He left it for others.
The sea was a silvery blue.
It was rippled by the breeze.
He reached the grey rocks.
Team One Black Ear and the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had arrived to the north.
A driftwood seat.
Two Dog Poo Bags.
A Bottle of water and a cigarette butt.
Some people!
He walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the makeshift sea defences.
He added more to its base.
Another Dog would normally have a moan about the wait.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-42.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted the stone.
He scattered some seeds for the crows, should they show up later.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Skylarks sang.
Out in the bay. the windows of a fishing boat reflected the Sun.
It flashed unknown messages to shore.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy continued south along the dune edge.
A small bird stood on the rocks.
To the north, the other beach folk headed back.
An old metal camp fire looked like a dog.
Some of the new Wind Turbine columns caught the Sun.
Sand Martins began to fill the air.
Breakfast was served.
Lots of Midges danced along the dune edge.
Beach Buoy stopped short of their northern most nest site.
He didn't want to disturb them.
They were heading his way anyway.
He sat on a raised area of dune.
Sand Martins.
Out in the countryside a lone land locked wind turbine gave distant waves to the ones at sea.
"Over here!"
Beach Buoy turned to go.
A hundred photographs of the sky and hopefully some Sand Martins too.
The Sand Martins said goodbye in their own way.
Beach Buoy found another post that would do for Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was a wooden post that had been split down the middle.
He carried it to the stack.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach gave a distant wave from the water's edge.
The wave was returned with an added "Morning!"
Beach Buoy picked a spot for the new post.
He picked up a complete house brick from the stack.
He struck the post 122 times.
Yes, he counted.
The lady headed back to the north.
The height of the tide had governed the length of her walk today.
The zoom on his camera showed how "busy" the beach was.
He walked the water's edge.
The Village Church Bells fang for 8 a.m.
He would be back at the car park for 8-05.
Two hours of peace.
In his head he could hear his Dad's voice say
"Best part of the day."
Beach Buoy stopped on the Esplanade.
He looked out to sea.
Nearby a "Grown man" stepped off his electric scooter to do the same.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 18 April 2026
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 18, APRIL 2026.
They turned to head back.
There was beach access back now that the tide had gone out.
They went by the dunes as Beach Buoy had forgotten to leave seeds for the Crows up at Stubborn Dog Stack
At the stack headed two extra stones.
He scattered seeds for the Crows.
BEACH BUOY.
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