SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

The man with his shirt off.

Beach Buoy.

20, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Monday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.

It was 6-18.

Little Terns chattered high up in the sky.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the beach access ramp.

Ted "the terrible."

He and his owner south along the water's edge.

The tide was well in.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The Council Tractor was to the north.

Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear as they were about to leave the beach.

The Tractor trundled north to south.

Off towards the grey rocks.

The sea came in to hide it's tracks.

The Sun slipped behind some fine-looking clouds.

Mackerel Sky?

Change able weather.

Someone had written in the sand.

C+E

surrounded by a heart.

Ted, "the terrible." headed back north.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

Two sturdy stones were selected and added to their makeshift  sea defence.

One good storm will have it away.

Beach Buoy still feels the need to try.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-15.

Beach Buoy patted

THE 

stone.

He added five more.

He scattered seeds for the birds.

Magpies or Crows.

First come first served.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

The level had gone down about 25mm.

He had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.

Blue skies are nice but today's clouds were splendid.

He cupped his hands, he "washed" his face in morning sunlight and it's heat.

Team Muzzled Dog appeared.

They all chatted.

News of the recent tragedy had reach Australia.

It was on the news there.

Team Muzzled Dog headed off into the dunes.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

Back to the north.

They paused to chat to Dylan's owner.

Dylan stood waiting for his ball to be ghrown

Sea still rough on a  calm day.

Paul.

19, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Sunday.

It was 5-52 a.m.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off for the beach.

The tide was well in.

The sea was wild.

Beach Buoy could see that Ted the Terrible was to the south.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed south.

The strong breeze from the north helped them on  their way.

A Northerly Breeze shaped the sands.

It bent the dunes grass 

Gulls passed overhead.

They hung in the breeze.

Beach Buoy gained some height.

The birds lased by.

Almost close enough to touch.

Four fishermen headed along North Gare Pier.

Maybe not the best of ideas.

A bird battled it's way northwards.

A Curlew?

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

The four fishermen.

One headed back to safety.

The others followed.

They stopped to talk to a new arrival.

He seemed to decide that the risk was worth it.

Others arrived.

They decided that the Pier was not for them.

Not today.

The seat at Sand Martin Corner.

A spectacular view today.

Another fisherman tried the Pier and the waves for size.

Sand Martin above a stormy sea.

Beach Buoy was pleased to see the Sand Martins.

He thought that they had gone for this year.

The Lone Fisherman.

The previous one must have taken shelter?

Shortly afterwards he decided to head back.

He joined others, south of the Pier in the safety of more dunes.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back north.

They too chose the safety that the dunes provide from a stormy and unpredictable sea.

After a while they dropped down to check the situation on the beach.

The dunes still felt like the better option.

Up on The Esplanade,  Beach Buoy could see that some of  the Little Tern Nest Site had been claimed by the sea once more.

To the north, sea swimmers went in to the rough sea...

Paul.