Monday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.
"Evening Mate."
Monday, 13 July 2026
13, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
Another Dog had no intention of moving.
Team One Black Ear were on the Esplanade.
They were stood chatting to the lady who once fell off her bike and her two companions.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"There's two deck chairs down there."
He pointed to the beach.
Milo, their borrowed dog had returned to his owners.
Squid Eggs.
Returned to water.
Placed in the water-filled base of the random pipe.
GOD BLESS.
Heard the sirens.
Heard the Coastguard Helicopter.
Stayed away.
God bless.
12 JULY 2026.
Paul.
Sunday, 12 July 2026
12, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday.
Sunny day.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-18 a.m.
The Little Terns were chattering.
They headed for the beach.
There was no one around.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
There was a blowy breeze from the north east.
The tide was out as far as the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Once they were on the tidal sand, the headed south.
The sand was unmarked apart from one group of prints.
He recognised them as Team One Black Ear's.
One man and two dogs.
He could see the swirling skid marks where Milo had caught up with a thrown ball.
He could see the route of their journey south then back north.
He found a ball
Red and Yellow.
A Scooby-Doo ball.
He placed it in his beach bag.
He would pass it on.
The warmth of the Sun
The cool of the breeze
The touch of the dune grass
Brushing your knees
The crunch of the shingle,
The smooth of the sand
The tug of a Dog's lead
Held in your hand.
Today's beachclean.
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