13, NOVEMBER 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

 

Seaton Carew Bus Station on a bright and very chilly morning.

Beach Buoy cycled to the Esplanade Wall, now that the Sun was up.

Trio was wrecked at this location 125 years ago today.

Beach Buoy's Great Grandfather was awarded the Sea Gallantry Medal for saving life.

Of the ten crew only three survived.

13, November 1901.

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God Bless them all.

Turning point.

North End of Esplanade.

A fisherman heads along Middleton Pier.

Back to Seaton Carew from Newburn Bridge.

South along The Front.

BEACH BUOY.

13, NOVEMBER 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

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Beach Buoy headed to the beach alone.

He headed down the access ramp.

Venus was bright to the south.

Down onto the beach.

He collected five suitable stones by torchlight.

He could see where the last had tide had reached.

The darker sand was wet.

It would have wiped out the Little Tern nest site out had they been here.

It was a short walk to the water's edge.

The tide was still well in.

He headed south.

It was quite light.

He could managed without the use of a torch.

He used it anyway, if only  for an excuse to use his excellent Scooby Doo and not so good Shaggy voices.

He'd have gotten away with it too...

"Yikes!" 

He continued south.

The sea was laden with foam.

It seemed to come in said in slow motion.

The lady who walks the full length of the beach caught up.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.

Out in the Bay, the sea was rough.

Up the small slope after adding two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy patted 

THE 

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

One of the two stones for the crew of Trio.

Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.

"See you mate. See you everyone." 

He returned to the low level route.

There had been no Crows.

He heard them.

They flew by straight to the stack.

He was early today.

They dropped down to the seed.

Back to the north.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.

After a chat, Team One Black Ear continued south. 

BEACH BUOY.

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7-30 SUNRISE AT STUBBORN DOG STACK.

(10 NOVEMBER.)

Beach Buoy. 

NOVEMBER 12, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

They made their way down the access ramp as a jogger headed north along the Esplanade.

It was 6-26 a.m.

They headed to the water's edge.

The tide was a canny way in.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

It was cold.

So were the stones

3 degrees.

There was a chilly wind from the north east.

They went dune side of the beach-trapped water as they made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.

The last tide had been high, almost up to the dune edge.

The sea was tough.

It's edge was filled with seafoam.

Gulls and Planes hung in the air.

It was artificial light that lit seafront windows for now.

They walked the low level route.

It was 6-46.

Beach Buoy selected and added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate." 

It was 6-57.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows.

He had a stand and a think.

Ruby, Another Dog chose to sit and think.

"See you mate." 

They returned to the beach.

The Gateway Crows waited until they had stepped down onto the low level route once more...

Then off they flew to Stubborn Dog Stack.

Breakfast was served.

They made their way along to the beach.

The man with a rucksack and a Rottweiler were just beyond the grey rocks.

He had no rucksack today.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled.

There was no rush today.

The Rottweiler Man walked the water's edge with big friendly dog.

Beach Buoy looked at to sea.

It's what Beach Buoy's do best.

Gulls became Turbines.

Turbines became Gulls.

Back to the north.

The Sun rose.

A lady walked the water's edge, taking photographs of the Sunrise as she did so.

BEACH BUOY.

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NOVEMBER 11, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 7 a.m.

There was no need for torches.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed South.

Beach Buoy sprinkled a long narrow line of seed for the twelve gathered Crows.

The tide was a canny way out.

Others joined the party.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog turned to head south.

There was a slight breeze from the north.

It had a chill to it.

Beach Buoy was well wrapped up.

The chill in the air was nice 

The lady who walks the full length of the beach was up ahead.

She was returning northwards.

Behind her, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple searched their way back across the shingle and sand.

It was to be a hidden Sunrise.

There was still plenty of light and colour.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed a 30 degrees slope on a 6 degrees morning.

The lady who walks the full length of the beach had passed by.

They had shared spoken mornings and not too distant waves.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy selected, then added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate." 

It was 7-29

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He scattered some seeds.

He had a short stand and a think.

"See you mate." 

Back to the low level route.

As per rehearsals, the Crows moved in.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog left them to it.

They crossed wet sand.

They made their way back north.

Windows of differing angles took turns to reflect the glow of the morning sunlight.

Team Muzzled Dog were in the distance heading south.

They greeted one another as they passed.

The man who once had four dogs passed by with two.

They also greeted one another.

All was well.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Esplanade.

Dottie Dog and her owner were dashing towards the sea.

"Morning." 

"Morning Paul!" 

On the Beach Access Ramp Beach Buoy met up with Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.

They were heading to the beach.

They chatted before going their own ways.

The Village Church Bells rang for eight.

BEACH BUOY.