FALLING LEAF CATCHING COMPETITION ON A WINDY DAY.
Try it if your umbrella blows inside out in the wind.
Beach Buoy.
Saturday, 7 November 2026
NOVEMBER 7, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
It was 7-12 a.m.
A dog with a squeaking toy trotted north along the Esplanade.
A young couple sat on the Esplanade Wall just south of the beach access ramp.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back home.
He collected five suitable stones.
There was a glorious glow in the sky.
He made his way to the wreck before the glowing light was lost.
Looking north.
He began to head south.
The tide was way out.
The Wind Turbine Yard beyond the dunes.
The tide was way way out.
The Corrugated Steel.
Even the Random Pipe looked like a landlubber.
Beach Buoy headed south.
Five suitable stones has been bagged, ready for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Up on the Strand-line, he spotted a familiar dog.
It was the very very wet Retriever.
The dog spotted Beach Buoy and ran over to him.
Beach Buoy noticed two things.
The dog was very very dry and it didn't have a ball.
"Do you want a ball?"
The dog clearly understood and looked everywhere so pleased.
Beach Buoy reached into his bag and pulled out a beach-found ball.
He launched it.
The dog chased it.
Return and repeat.
Beach Buoy made his way up to the owner.
The walked and talked.
"Told you before, she wants bring her ball to anyone else."
It pleased Beach Buoy.
The man and his dry dog carried on towards North Gare Pier.
He walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-40.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had a sit and a think.
A Waiting Crow was down the on the grey rocks.
The man with the unusually dry Golden Retriever has began to head back to the Village.
North Gare Pier Repair Squad.
"See you mate."
He returned to the beach.
The Crows moved in.
He beaded back north.
The man with three dogs who used to have four, passed by.
They chatted.
The lovely dogs are looking old.
God bless them.
It looked like the sea had nibbled at the beach.
Horse riders make their way back to the Car Park.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m.
Not Not Beach Buoy and his small dog turned to head up to the Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 6 November 2026
NOVEMBER 6, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the beach.
It was 6-27 a.m..
The tide was well out.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Up ahead, Yellow, amber and red lights illuminated the arrival of the Pier repair squad.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was around 7 a.m.
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.
He had a stand and a think.
Ruby had a sit and a think.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the low level route.
Late arrivals.
The three Crows flew up to the stack.
The man with a hat like dog ears marched to the south.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
They chatted and walked a while.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were to the north.
Beach Buoy shared distant waves with the lady who walks the full length of the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the wreck.
BEACH BUOY
Thursday, 5 November 2026
NOVEMBER 5, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He sat, parked up for a while as he watched the lights of a ship head out to sea.
It was still quite dark.
It was 6-18 a.m.
He collected five suitable stones by torchlight as he went over to the flatter tidal sands.
The tide was well out.
He could see that the wreck was ashore to the north.
He headed south.
It was 11 degrees.
Cracks of light had began to appear in the cloudy sky.
The random pipe.
By the time that he was about half way along the beach it was what he would call half light.
South to the stack.
Gulls hanging in the wind.
Crying at the sea.
The Wind Turbines.
C Moon.
At the start of the low level route, the first Crows of the day appeared.
It was the three gate keepers.
Like dots of darkness left by the night.
He walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope.
Morning Mate.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
He turned his back to the sea and the strong breeze off it.
The pages of his beach book stopped flapping.
He made some scribbled notes.
He turned to face the sea.
He had a stand and a think.
"See you mate."
He returned to the beach.
The Three Crows.
The birds headed to breakfast at Stubborn Dog Stack.
He made his way back to the north.
He stopped to chat with the man who has a Rucksack and a Rottweiler.
He hadn't put the big friendly dog on the lead as he had noticed that Another Dog was missing.
Beach Buoy braced for impact as the excited dog came bounding over.
All was good.
Dog walker down near the random pipe.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper walked southwards along the height of the dune edge.
The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Beach Buoy put a line of seed down behind the shelter of the driftwood for the Crows that had began to gather nearby.
The man with a flappy-eared headed south.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 4 November 2026
NOVEMBER 4, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was more a battle of wills and game of Tug of war, but they got there in the end.
They arrived at 3-54 p.m.
Late Afternoon Sun shone over Saltburn way.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
Like Hank Marvin, the Village Green was in the shadows.
Beach Buoy had joined The Stones
He collected five suitable ones
They headed South.
The Seaton Carew Wreck.
The Wind Turbine Yard beyond the dunes.
A Lone and very vocal Crow began to follow them.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for it.
They walked the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were added to the sea defence.
A glance back to the north.
Gulls hung overhead in the wind off the sea.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-23.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
Head back in fading light.
They headed into the dunes to gain some height.
Sea Buckthorn bush had seen better days.
Ruby was looking for her house on the estate behind the dunes.
They headed back.
Up the beach access and egress ramp.
Beyond the Beach Hut style toilet block.
4-55.
When illuminated it always looks like something o'clock with the shadow going up over from the central pin.
Light faded quickly.
Old friend.
A friendly face.
One of four.
The Bus Station.
Tees Road Tribute.
BEACH BUOY.
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