Friday, 5 June 2026
Thursday, 4 June 2026
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
TALKING RUBBISH AND ABOUT BIRDS TOO.
ESPLANADE,
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL
3 JUNE 2026
Beach Buoy.
4, JUNE 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-04 a.m.
Drizzle filled the wind from the south west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had just set off along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He pulled up his one, but waterproof hood.
He was wearing a wooly hat too.
A small ship headed for the Fiver Tees.
It was about high tide.
The sea wasn't wild.
It was rippled by the wind.
It folded quite calmly onto the beach.
Little Terns were going along the water's edge.
It must be harder to see their catch when the sea is so rippled?
In no time at all the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Crows that had been circling above Stubborn Dog Stack landed nearby on the grey rocks.
They seemed to monitoring Beach Buoy's progress to the stack?
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence pile.
They climbed the small slope.
One of the posts had been pulled out.
Beach Buoy knew that the most recent one was the most likely to go. It was well in the sand but even hammered in, a trial tug by Beach Buoy and it would give.
Anyway ...
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-34.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for the Crows.
He looked around for the post.
Scum are lazy.
It shouldn't be far.
He could find it.
He did find a large painted stone from the stack that had been thrown into long grass and sea buckthorn.
Some nasty people about.
He returned the heart-shaped stone to where it belonged.
He had a sit and a think, trying to weigh people up.
At least the drizzle had stopped.
"See you mate."
Back to the low level route.
The waiting Crows flew to the stack and breakfast.
Beach Buoy had placed a temporary driftwood stick into the hole left behind from the stolen one.
People and their dogs led the way back.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Yesterday's sea swimmer readied himself for a swim under a cloudier sky today.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He pointed his phone up at the sky.
Two headed inland.
Dylan the Dog was heading down the access ramp with his owner.
"Morning."
"I had to go back for my hat.
Wearing a hat in June!"
Beach Buoy emptied his beach clean into an Esplanade Bin.
Five plastic bottles.
Three cans
One half of Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They stopped to chat and inform Beach Buoy that Alfie, their Lovely Border Collie had broken a toe.
Alfie often turns in tight circles.
Doing this on grass seems to have broken it.
No beach for four weeks.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Dasher the Muzzled Dog as they chatted.
Beach Buoy.
Wednesday, 3 June 2026
3, JUNE 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Esplanade at 6 -58.
It was a sunny start to the day.
There was a breeze from the south west.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
Dylan Dog and owner did too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the strand-line.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a returned distant wave from the dunes.
Their walk was done.
A sea swimmer walked to the water's edge.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did just that.
A Twitcher and his camera swapped Esplanade for Beach.
Good plan.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well in but heading out.
They headed south.
Little Terns did too, stopping to drop into the breeze-rippled sea.
Dylan the Dog was way ahead.
A lady with a backpack and phone headed back to the south.
The Sea Serpent.
Skylarks sang as they walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
Four whistling Oyster Catchers went from dune to sea
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-37.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for Crows.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A refreshing breeze blew on his back.
The Sand Martins paid a visit to Stubborn Dog Stack.
So lucky.
They are as quick as the Little Terns are slight.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Sand Martins travelled it too.
Safe in the knowledge that Beach Buoy's hands and phone were stuffed in pockets, they flew by so close.
A proper hello.
Back to the beach.
Skylarks sang as Beach Buoy collected ten drinks cans from the beach.
He put them in his beach bag.
Back to the water's edge.
Back to the north.
The man who once had four dogs came by with three.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Alright?"
"Yes you?"
"Yes."
The three dogs all trotted along together.
"All present and correct then."
"Yes all present and correct.
One walk a day does them now. Walk later now, earlier today to miss the rain."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
One plus three carried on to the south.
Up ahead a lady watched the Little Terns.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Esplanade.
He was placing the beach clean in the bin.
The lady from the beach approached the bin too.
She had done a small beach clean.
"Morning. Good to meet a kindred spirit." she said.
They chatted about beach rubbish and birds.
Her regular beaches are Blackhall and Crimdon.
She does bigger beach cleans there.
She too makes use of beach-found bags to gather rubbish.
The Little Terns used to nest at Crimdon.
She said that the final straw for the Terns was when an egg collector came and took all of the eggs.
They abandoned Crimdon, moving a few miles down the coast to Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY.
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