It was very mild.
20 degrees.
Wednesday, 30 September 2026
Tuesday, 29 September 2026
29, SEPTEMBER 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
Just a bike ride from the South End of Esplanade to North End and back.
Paul.
29, SEPTEMBER 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
ZZZZZZZZZ
Beach Buoy woke Another Dog.
They reached Sandy Car Park at 6-46 a.m.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
A lady was coming up from the beach with her waggy dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They headed to the tidal sand.
After distant waves were shared, the Man with a Rucksack and a Rottweiler continued northwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, collecting five suitable stones as they did so.
It would soon be sunrise.
A perfect breeze blew off the sea.
Beach Buoy checked back to the north.
They continued south.
The beach sloped steeply down to the sea.
The Wind Turbines spun in that lovely breeze blowing in from the south east.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed south then north.
They don't hang about.
At 7-10 the Sun peeked through a gap in the clouds.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had just reached the low level route.
He collected two sturdy stones.
He added them to the sea defence at the bottom of the small slope.
Another Dog scrambled up the small slope first.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had brought a spray tin of varnish to use to protect the latest Brakesy addition to the Stack.
It had gone.
They both had a sit and think.
Another Dog on dune sand.
Beach Buoy on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Three Crows sat waiting on the grey rocks, waiting for them to leave.
A barefoot jogger went south then north.
Team Muzzled Dog appeared.
The had a good chat.
Team Muzzled Dog continued south.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the low level route.
Back along the low level route.
Back along the beach.
Up above the dunes, the Moon still shone brightly.
The jogger must have almost met himself going back.
They headed back along the water's edge.
A stream of beach trapped water was returning to the sea.
A Crow seemed to be guarding it, perhaps wanting a toll?
Beach Buoy scattered a capful of seed nearby.
He hoped that it was enough?
It was.
The Crow let them pass.
They continued northwards.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn stopped to chat as he and Excellent Dog Alfie made their way south.
Beach Buoy fussed the little dog.
They went their own way.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Dylan the Dog and owner were heading south along the water's edge.
"Morning."
"Morning Paul."
The man with three dogs who once had four was also heading south.
They chatted briefly.
The man and his three dogs carried on northwards.
Back in the Car Park, the Village Church Bells rang out for 8 a.m.
BEACH BUOY
Monday, 28 September 2026
JUST A BIKE RIDE. 28, SEPTEMBER 2026.
Beach Buoy cycled down towards the sea.
Beyond the dunes a Wind Turbine Vessel could be seen heading to the river.
By the time that he had cycled to The Esplanade, the Vessel had slipped between the Gares.
Beach Buoy headed off to the north end of the Esplanade.
The regular bait diggers
He made a point of climbing the steeply banked car park.
He free wheeled down from Newburn Bridge.
He went to the southern end of the Esplanade.
The man with a Tricycle was there.
They chatted.
They had chatted before.
Paul.
Sunday, 27 September 2026
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