A REALLY GOOD DRYING DAY.
Beach Buoy.
Friday, 24 July 2026
24, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Friday morning.
A Twitcher sat at the nest site fencing.
Some stood by the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A small glass tile.
A sad looking stone shouted.
" Can l be suitable?
Can l come to the stack too?"
It was and did
Six suitable stones it was.
Beach Buoy added six suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
Sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sun on face.
Refreshing breeze on back.
The Council Tractor headed south.
It left those lovely tracks.
Thursday, 23 July 2026
23, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
A evening visit.
A Yellow Ship was about to enter the river.
No doubt Jeremy Clarkson sold say something like, It was so yellow that it made a banana look like a cucumber.
Wonderful.
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Paul
Wednesday, 22 July 2026
22 JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Wednesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in Sandy Car Park at 7-09 a.m.
The Little Terns were chattering.
It was overcast.
There was a pleasant breeze from the North.
The tide was a canny way out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
They walked to the tidal sands.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Ted "the terrible." was to the south.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed down the access, then into the dunes.
Ted "the terrible" and owner passed by, heading north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Jasper and owner had dropped down onto the beach.
They headed back too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The tide was slowly making its way back in.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave to Dylan and his owner before heading to the low level route.
Beach Buoy selected two Sturdy Stones.
He added them to the sea defence.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-45.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the empty wildlife water bowl.
He had a sit and a think.
A Lone Sand Martin zoomed by like a speeding bullet.
It was assisted by the Northerly Breeze.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Another Sand Martin skimmed across the surface of the sand.
More Sand Martins flew just above the dunes edge.
They headed back north by the sea.
Tangles of seaweed were dotted along the water's edge.
Calling cards of recent stormy seas.
Beach Buoy placed his small beach clean into an Esplanade Bin.
He sat with Mr. Cooling for a while.
Rita the Meter Maid aka the lady who checks for returned coins headed to another meter.
As more and more meters become card only her walks are going to become less fruitful.
PAUL.
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