Three out of four goths like to pledge.
Beach Buoy.
Sunday, 26 July 2026
26, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
It had rained through the night.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy arrived at the beach alone.
It was 6-20 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike was heading back to the north.
She was walking The Esplanade with her regular pal.
Beach Buoy headed to the tidal sand.
He collected five suitable stones as he did so.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple overtook.
They walk at quite a speed.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
The discussed a missing dog and photographs of clouds.
Beach Buoy headed south.
There were lots of grey clouds around.
It was mild and muggy.
Beach Buoy's photographs won't do this morning justice.
There was an atmosphere.
Maybe it was the muggy greyness after so much sustained bright and sunny?
Out in the bay, around one hundred sea birds rafted, just north of the sea serpent marker.
Beach Buoy made his way along the low level route.
He collected two Sturdy Stones.
He added them to the sea defence.
The others that had walked the beach were now just dogs to the north.
He climbed the small slope.
Overnight raindrops hung from blades of dune grass.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-55.
He added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had a stand and a think.
Industry to the south.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy continued south.
Up and down the highs and lows of the dune edges.
He looked to south.
Tank traps in the dunes.
Photograph for a drawing later.
Beach Buoy continued south.
He was hoping that the driftwood seat was still in place.
It was.
Beach Buoy enjoyed the view for a while.
Beach Buoy wandered his way back.
Beach Buoy gave Stubborn Dog Stack a distant wave from the beach below.
As he did, a Magpie landed on one of giant pencils.
It dropped down to feed on the seed that Beach Buoy had left.
Saturday, 25 July 2026
25, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Happy Gotcha Day Ruby..
Five years ago.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach to celebrate.
The grass that runs alongside The Esplanade is as yellow and dry as the nearby dune sand.
The Little Tern Nest Site Fencing.
Beach Buoy wondered how long it would be before the birds would move on?
The tide was well out.
The wreck was on show.
The wreck lies within the dog ban area.
So close ups on dog-free days only.
Or maybe in Autumn when the dog ban doesn't apply.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He added some seeds .
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A Gull.
A smashed bottle on a beach rock.
It was beach-cleaned.
Two thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper were walking The Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Friday, 24 July 2026
24, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Friday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.
A Twitcher sat at the nest site fencing.
Some stood by the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The sea front.
A small glass tile.
A sad looking stone shouted.
" Can l be suitable?
Can l come to the stack too?"
It was and did
Six suitable stones it was.
Up the small slope.
Beach Buoy added six suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
Sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sun on face.
Refreshing breeze on back.
The Council Tractor headed south.
It left those lovely tracks.
Thursday, 23 July 2026
23, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
A evening visit.
A Yellow Ship was about to enter the river.
No doubt Jeremy Clarkson sold say something like, It was so yellow that it made a banana look like a cucumber.
Wonderful.
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