12, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

11, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday.

Beach Buoy couldn't settle.

He hadn't been to Stubborn Dog Stack.

The Village Church Bells rang out for 5-45 as the reached the beach access ramp.

They had walked to the beach.

The Sunlight was very bright.

The strong wind was cold.

They headed south.

The wind wasn't as strong as it had been that morning.

It was still strong enough to be stripping the dunes of sand.

The dry, shifting sand shone in the sunlight.

Beach Buoy carried Another Dog over the rivers of sand that left the dunes behind.

A man and his Carefree Spaniel rushed northwards with the help of a wagging tail wind.

A young family had headed north too.

The low level route felt sheltered.

Beach Buoy placed two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope that leads up to Stubborn Dog Stack.

6-12.

"Evening Mate."

Another stone had been painted.

Beach Buoy added this morning's five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows.

The Crows must had "Cabined up." from the wind.

Not one in sight. 

A man with an Orange Bag walked a windy water's edge.

They stood awhile.

"See you mate."

They returned to the north.

Back to the low level route.

The return journey was a doddle with a tailwind.

The man with the Orange bag headed back to the south.

BEACH BUOY.

11, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday morning.

Beach Buoy hadn't rushed to the beach.

He knew that the sunrise would be hidden by cloud.

They arrived at 7 a.m.

Team One Black Ear had just walked up the beach access ramp.

The wind from the south west was wild.

They chatted.

"Its no fun walking that way."

South to Stubborn Dog Stack.

"l'll see how we get on ." replied Beach Buoy.

He picked Another Dog up to carry her down the beach access ramp.

There was a low level sand storm blowing up the ramp. 

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper arrived.

They headed south via the dunes.

Once on the windswept beach, it was clear that it would be unfair to head into the sand blasting headwind with Another Dog.

He had already collected five suitable stones as so many were on offer on the wind-stripped beach.

They headed to the wreck.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

They were heading south into the strong wind.

Greetings were shared.

The wreck was awash with sea.

There would be no Stubborn Dog Stack visit by them this morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed north.

The strong wind was chilly too.

Funland.

A lost/found hoodie had been placed on the fencing that surrounded The Little Tern Site.

It fluttered in the strong wind.

A Flag for the forgetful.

North of the nest site, wind-blown sand was less of an issue.

Much of it was been taken from the dunes.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the car park via The Front.

He took photographs as they progressed.

Seaton Rock Shop.

Seen in Ridley Scott's first film, Boy and Bicycle.

Combination.

Seaton News.

The Magic Shop disappeared a long time ago.

The litter pick lady chased wind-blown rubbish in the car park.

A rolling drinks can out ran her like a speeding marching band.

A couple headed north along the Esplanade.

The lady walked their Brown, Excited Spaniel.

The Dog was bouncing in an attempt to see over the wall.

The man talked on his mobile phone.

He held a coffee in his other hand.

Some say  that men can't multi-task...

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 10, APRIL 2026.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-32 a.m.

There was a chilly breeze from the south west.

The Sun rose without a cloud to hide its progress.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed towards the water's edge.

To the north, the beach was deserted.

He had spotted Team One Black Ear on the Esplanade.

They headed south along the water's edge.

A Gull.

It was one of those mornings, with the Sun and Moon both on show.

The Sun over the sea.

The Moon over the dunes.

The tide was a canny way in.

Team One Black Ear caught up.

They walked and talked a while.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple caught up.

Beach Buoy headed to the low level route leaving them to chat.

 Whilst walking the route, Beach Buoy collected two sturdy stones.

He added them to the base of the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-58.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He stood looking at the sea.

A light ripple ran across a Silvery Blue sea.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows, should they show up.

"See you mate."

They continued south.

Another Dog was bribed to continue by the offer of a carry so far along the dunes.

Once Sand Martin Corner came into view, they sat down.

A big commitment at Beach Buoy's age as in the end you have to stand up again.

He watched the birds.

He waggled his phone camera at some of them,

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy turned.

It was Team Muzzled Dog passing through.

He raised an arm.

"Morning."

After a while  Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way back north.

They passed Stubborn Dog Stack once more.

"See you mate."

On the return journey, Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn.

Excellent Dog Alfie was trotting along in sniff mode.

Friday Basil was with them.

He's a borrowed dog who comes to the beach as a treat each Friday.

Beach Buoy headed to the dune edge to do a beach clean.

Three broken bottles and seven unbroken ones were placed in Beach Buoy's beach bag.

They returned to the Esplanade.

BEACH BUOY.