Beach Buoy.
Monday, 4 May 2026
4, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 5-27.
It was overcast.
A man sat on the sand out of your shoes bench with his greyhound.
He was either fastening his laces or indeed getting sand out of his shoes?
He stood.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The man and the greyhound headed north along the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
The view from the Esplanade across the Little Tern Nest Site.
The clouds seemed to point to the Sun's location on the horizon.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well in.
They headed to the water's edge.
They walked by the sea as they made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
After a day off yesterday, Another Dog was surprisingly keen.
A man threw a driftwood stick for his sea-loving Dog.
The contoured beach had high and lows spots.
The sea was climb a sandy bank then fall into a dip as it came ashore.
Rays of light spread out beyond the Sea Serpent Marker.
More highs and lows.
The camera doesn't do it justice.
They made their way to the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were added to the base of the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-12.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He gave the recent additions to the stack another coat of spray varnish.
He had a stand and a think.
Their arrival had disturbed a Crow that has been having a sit and a think on one of the stack's giant pencil posts.
From up at the stack, Beach Buoy could see that the tide had turned.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
"See you mate."
Back to the Beach.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
They walked as far as Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
They walked and talked their way back north.
They chatted at the sand out of your shoes bench for a while.
Little Terns passed by as they did so.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn stopped for short chat.
He said he had just seen about thirty Little Terns
"Fly in."
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 3 May 2026
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE TEMPTING DRIFTWOOD PLANK.
3, MAY 2026.
SEATON SANDS,
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
3, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
It had rained all night.
It was still raining.
Little Terns and raindrops filled the sky alongside the Esplanade.
It was 7-09 a.m.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Alfie the Border Collie had been missing recently with a poorly paw.
It was good to see all four together again.
Beach Buoy headed to the sea.
He collected five small suitable stones.
He already had four painted stones in his beach bag for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sea Pottery piece, decorated inside and outside of it's curve.
The tide was well in but heading out.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
Alfie, the Border Collie had to turn back.
Still a bit of paw trouble.
Beach Buoy continued south.
A tempting driftwood plank.
Beach Buoy picked it up.
The strong breeze off the sea made him turn like some horizontal wind turbine.
He left it for another day or another beach walker.
He checked back to the north.
Up near the low level route he found a small piece of driftwood.
No wind spin.
It went into his beach bag.
It'll come in handy if he never uses it, as they say.
Looking north at the start of the low level route.
.
He headed south.
Two sturdy stones were selected and added to the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
A Stubborn Dog Stack Snail.
It pleased Beach Buoy to see it make use of the stack stones.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-37.
He added the five suitable stones.
He added the painted stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
New Wind Turbine Tower Top were lost in the grey.
The ones out to sea too.
The beach below.
"See you Mate."
He scattered some seeds for the Crows, when they were good and ready.
Down the small slope.
Back along a monochrome beach alone.
Gulls hung in the air.
A Red Ship headed out into the greyness of the bay.
Black and white photography hides it's embarrassment.
As Mr.Cowley said years ago on a soaked Rugby pitch.
"Once you're wet, you can't get any wetter."
Well an income wave made a lie if that.
Beach Buoy and his sea-soaked boots headed to the car park.
The access ramp has it own water feature.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 2 May 2026
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
SEATON SNOOKS LHASA APSO OWNERS CLUB BEACH "WALK."
Beach Buoy.
2 MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-23 a.m.
No visible sunrise this morning.
Just orange cracks in denim sky should that the day had started.
Little Terns circled around in pairs.
Pop up overnight campers.
Let's hope they take their bags with them.
The tide had just turned from high.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones as they made the short walk to the water's edge.
Rafting Gulls played unintentional peek-a-boo as the waves first raised then lowered them.
The sea had left an unwalked stretch of sand.
Theirs were the first prints this morning.
To the north a man headed to the sea with his Black Labrador.
Beach Buoy squinted his eyes.
He made believe that it was his departed mate Geoff and his dog Bob.
If you want it to be, then it was.
"Geoff" threw a stick for "Bob."
Off to the Wizard...
A bite in the sand made a perfect seating spot.
Beach Buoy sat down right by the water's edge.
It was like sitting on a fiver bank or lakeside after boat had just passed.
The Sea Serpent.
Screams to the north.
Early morning sea swimmers headed out.
The Human Groyne.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He picked up two sturdy stones for the sea defence.
As they approached the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack, Beach Buoy spotted a Crow.
The bird just seemed to be using one of the stack's post as a viewing point.
He stood silently watching the bird.
The bird took flight.
Beach Buoy placed the two sturdy stones at the base of the slope.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows as the two Dune Ducks flew around the stack in an arc as they seem to do recently.
Out over the sea then back to the cover of the dunes.
Time for a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
After a while.
"See you mate"
Back down to the low level route.
Back along the beach
Back to the north.
The sparkling sea worked it's way back out.
Gulls seemed to be playing a game.
The one on the left was "It."
They stopped to chat to Mr.Gunn/ Lunn for a short while.
BEACH BUOY.
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