Thursday, 4 June 2026
Wednesday, 3 June 2026
3, JUNE 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Esplanade at 6 -58.
It was a sunny start to the day.
There was a breeze from the south west.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
Dylan Dog and owner did too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the strand-line.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a returned distant wave from the dunes.
Their walk was done.
A sea swimmer walked to the water's edge.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did just that.
A Twitcher and his camera swapped Esplanade for Beach.
Good plan.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well in but heading out.
They headed south.
Little Terns did too, stopping to drop into the breeze-rippled sea.
Dylan the Dog was way ahead.
A lady with a backpack and phone headed back to the south.
The Sea Serpent.
Skylarks sang as they walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
Four whistling Oyster Catchers went from dune to sea
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-37.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for Crows.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A refreshing breeze blew on his back.
The Sand Martins paid a visit to Stubborn Dog Stack.
So lucky.
They are as quick as the Little Terns are slight.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Sand Martins travelled it too.
Safe in the knowledge that Beach Buoy's hands and phone were stuffed in pockets, they flew by so close.
A proper hello.
Back to the beach.
Skylarks sang as Beach Buoy collected ten drinks cans from the beach.
He put them in his beach bag.
Back to the water's edge.
Back to the north.
The man who once had four dogs came by with three.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Alright?"
"Yes you?"
"Yes."
The three dogs all trotted along together.
"All present and correct then."
"Yes all present and correct.
One walk a day does them now. Walk later now, earlier today to miss the rain."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
One plus three carried on to the south.
Up ahead a lady watched the Little Terns.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Esplanade.
He was placing the beach clean in the bin.
The lady from the beach approached the bin too.
She had done a small beach clean.
"Morning. Good to meet a kindred spirit." she said.
They chatted about beach rubbish and birds.
Her regular beaches are Blackhall and Crimdon.
She does bigger beach cleans there.
She too makes use of beach-found bags to gather rubbish.
The Little Terns used to nest at Crimdon.
She said that the final straw for the Terns was when an egg collector came and took all of the eggs.
They abandoned Crimdon, moving a few miles down the coast to Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY.
Tuesday, 2 June 2026
PAGE VIEW TOTAL UPDATE.
Up to date tally should be bottom right hand side of opening page of blog.
Paul.
2, JUNE 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy arrived at Sandy Car Park.
It was 6-27 a.m.
He was alone.
Team One Black Ear were coming up the beach access ramp.
They chatted as Beach Buoy made a fuss of Hugo, the dog with one black ear.
There was talk of two beach fishermen and a camouflaged tent to the north.
Little Terns chattered over head.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
He collected five suitable stones as he headed to the water's edge.
The tide was well in.
Rain fell out at sea.
The tide was well but heading out.
More angled rain fell along the horizon.
They headed south.
The Camouflaged Tent was set up on the dry side of the strand-line.
Presumably, the fishermen were having a nap inside?
Two fishing rods lay nearby.
A breeze blew from the west.
An Aeroplane flew overhead.
For a moment Beach Buoy traded places with one of its passengers that was looking out of the window.
That feeling of being back home, catching a glimpse of the tiny world below.
A man and his dog walk the beach.
Little more than a snapshots of another life.
What's their story?
It's here.
This is it.
More rain at sea.
Sand Martin.
Sand Martin.
Sand Martin.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-02 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It began to rain.
Beach Buoy's single but waterproof hood went up.
One man tent.
"See you mate."
He continued south, along the dune edge.
He came across a camp fire spot.
Someone had been busy...
Tons of the Grey rocks had been moved to create a pathway to the sea.
Lots of work!
Nearby a Massive hole had been dug.
Sand Dune artwork.
A Gentleman and his Spaniel came from the south.
They had met before.
The man was trying to obtain a location for "The Dog Memorial." - Stubborn Dog Stack.
His friend's daughter has lost her dog.
She wanted to come.
The man said his was going to use "What 3 Words.
Beach Buoy was curious.
He took the short walk back with the man and his dog.
"Dice
Flips
Wipes."
Beach Buoy wasn't keen on those three.
Team Muzzled Dog arrived at the stacks.
Greetings were exchanged and explanations given.
Beach Buoy left the man and Spaniel up at the Stack.
He continued south once more.
He watched the Sand Martins for a while.
Some flew along the dune edge.
He turned to head back.
The Gentleman and his Spaniel were heading back.
"Those three words were wrong.
That's somewhere in Gambia.
It was set wrong."
To be honest Beach Buoy was relieved.
"It's
Splice
Frame
Meant"
Beach Buoy made a note of them and confirmed the spellings
He thanked the man.
Beach Buoy continued north.
As always it was pleasing to see one of the Crows making use of the giant pencils.
He hoped that the vantage points remain long after he was gone.
He walked the water's edge.
The fishermen slept on.
Maybe it was them who moved all of those rocks?
They would be tired.
Little Tern.
The tide was heading out but the wreck was still at sea.
He headed to the Esplanade.
A small but varied beach clean went into an Esplanade Bin.
BEACH BUOY.
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