31, JULY 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

 

31, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

30, JULY 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

It's been so dry.

The grass is almost the same colour as the Clock Tower.

Through the arch, the Stage for the upcoming show.

North End of the Esplanade.

Beyond Middleton Pier is Hartlepool Headland.

The start of the cycle back to Seaton Carew.

PAUL.

30.JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL

 Thursday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park at 6-13 a.m.

Team One Black Ear were on the Esplanade, walk done.

They chatted.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple crossed the Car Park.

They headed down the beach access ramp.

The regular sea swimmer went from car to wall in a robe.

Checking the sea.

He puffed on a vape.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off.

He collected five suitable stones.

It was the larger Terns that were making the noise this morning.

Beach Buoy doesn't have a clue what type there are.

They are just larger than the Little Terns.

There was a light breeze from the west.

By the time that Beach Buoy had reached the sea, The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had been to the grey and were currently almost half way back.

There seemed to be a regular line of the larger Terns heading south.

Each had a small fish gripped in the mouths as if it were a ticket to an exclusive party, south of North Gare Pier.

Once again, Beach Buoy scattered a cap full of seed for a Strand-line Crow.

The clouds were gorgeous.

Tumbled Duvets.

Up in the dunes to the west, Magpies sounded like machine gunners.

Rays of light and ships at sea.

White tufts of Hugo rolled nearby.

The Dog with One Black Ear seems to have had his regular brushing.

They made their way to the low level route.

Beach Buoy selected two sturdy stones.

They became part of the futile sea defence.

One winter storm will claim them and it.

A Crow took flight from one of the giant pencils at Stubborn Dog Stack.

Up the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7 a.m.

An unheard factory buzzer buzzed.

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

He watched the larger Terns drop in to the sea, not far from shore.

Clouds out in the bay were wonderful.

On the beach below, a large man and his three dogs walked as far south as the tide would allow.

Beach Buoy stood.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

He scattered seeds for the birds.

In the distance a Magpie monitored the situation.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Hiya."

They headed back.

Beach Buoy beach-cleaned some glass bottles he had spotted earlier.

They wandered back.

They have forever.

The south.

Up ahead a young lady walked to the water's edge.

The Village.

Back to the Car Park.

Left at the driftwood stumped.

Paul.