8, FEB. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

7, FEB 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Saturday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked in Sandy Car Park.

That's the name of the Car Park behind the Golf Club.

This morning it was a VERY Sandy Car Park what with all of the wind-blown sand.

It was 7-35.

They headed to the beach.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

A slight mist hung in the air.

It was a mild morning.

Team One Black Ear were to the south.

A Crow chanced his arm or wing or whatever it is that Crows chance.

It wanted some food.

Beach Buoy placed a line of seed on the beach before moving on.

They caught up with Team One Black Ear.

They walked and talked their way south.

They dawdled a little.

The Lady with a White Dog and a Black Dog  overtook them.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on towards the low level route.

Tons of sand must have gone?

They reached Stubborn Dock Stack.

He had already laid two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope as part of the on-going sea defences.

"Morning Mate."

It was 8-06.

Beach Buoy patted 

THE 

Stone.

He added five more.

Time flies.

Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.

He watched the waves like some who sit and watch the flames of a fire.

The Sea Serpent Marker was taking a bit of a battering.

Team Muzzled Dog came along.

They had walked the "Easy" route, up the big slope to the north.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy told them of his plans to take the ghost fishing gear to the Esplanade.

Waffle...

They set off to the north.

Beach Buoy, Another dog,the rope and floats.

It wopuld be a little rocky to start with.

Others turned and headed back.

Perhaps it was the sight of Beach Buoy and his entourage heading north that made them turn?

They weren't heavy.

There on the strand line lay another float with rope attached.

It might as well come too.

It joined the  beach conga.

A lady on the access ramp told of she beach cleans fishing line etc when she walks Headland beaches,

He left them on the Esplanade for the council lads to move.

Job done.

BEACH BUOY.

Paul.

Three fruits that begin with a N.

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6, FEB 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park.

They headed to a wet and windswept Esplanade.

It was 8-27 a.m.

The sea swimmer's camper van was parked up at the top of the access ramp by the Beach Huts.

A sea swimmer sat on a nearby wet bench on a wet day drying her feet.

It was a gloomy morning when it came to the weather.

Cuttlebone.

A canny few were scattered around, brought by the stormy weather or perhaps they were bars of soap left by the Mermaids,

Your call.

They had only been walking a few minutes.

Another Dog stopped.

She looked keen to return?

With a little encouragement, she carried on.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Gulls hung in the air.

The Sea Serpent Marker looked to be taking a battering.

More sand had been taken by the sea.

In places, the dune edge face was  almost as tall as two Beach Buoys.

From north to south.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy placed two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope.

They climbed the small slope, it leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Morning Mate."

It was 9-05 a.m.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He added the sea pottery with the two hearts...

It was wet and wild up on the dune edge.

No Crows up there today.

"See you mate."

He scattered some seed for the missing crows.

They returned to the beach below.

Others had turned back at the start of the grey rocks.

They headed north to the Village in both colour and monochrome.

Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.

Three Ladies, two coffees and two dogs headed south.

The tide was heading out.

The wreck was still at sea.

The wind-blown sands seemed to be doing the steps out of a job.

The only thing that was sitting on the Esplanade benches was wet sand.

More of the same.

BEACH BUOY.

5, FEB 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Thursday morning.

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked in Seaton Park at 8-25.

Minutes later they were on The Esplanade.

Not Not Beach Buoy was heading north towards them.

Beach Buoy gave a distant half wave.

They only ever talked whilst passing.

It's usually a "Morning."

followed by a "How do."

There was a man with a shovel and a wheelbarrow.

He was digging out the Crazy Golf features that had been buried in wind-blown sand.

They headed to the beach.

The raw wind was from the east.

Straight off the sea.

He collected five suitable stones as soon as was practicable.

He took pity on some Crows that seemed to be struggling to stay in one place on the sand in the strong wind.

He dragged a heel in the sand.

He placed seed in the makeshift trough.

A Curfew of around thirty Curlew flew from dunes to the sea.

Five or six must have tilted the wrong wing?

The were taken by the wind.

The others headed south for a short distance before landing on the beach.

The Piers on the edge of the Bay were all taking a battering.

The Gares to the South.

The Sunderland Supporter and his delightful black rescue dog were to the south.

Beach Buoy went to chat.

"Morning."

"Morning, l thought that l would be the only one to be daft enough to be on the beach this morning."

It was O.K.

Beach Buoy was daft too.

They had another excellent and informative chat.

Gulls hung in the air like clothes on a seafront washing line.

Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy gathered two sturdy stones for the sea defences.

He laid the sturdy stones at the base of the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

It was 9-10.

It was a bit blowy up on Stubborn Dog Stack.

They stood for a short wind-swept while.

"See you mate."

The low level was blowy too.

Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back with the help of a tailwind.

A driftwood stick man raced northwards for shelter, Tea and a breakfast bun at a Seafront Cafe.

The walk back was much easier.

Gulls drifted near to the dune edge.

So much sand has gone by wind and sea.

The Clock Tower was still showing an incorrect time.

Sands of time.

Sea Pottery find.

Work was still on-going to clear the Crazy Golf of sand.

Beach Buoy put his two beach cleaned items into an Esplanade Bin.

A chrome vape and a one third full tin of electric blue (hammered ) paint will sail the seas no more.

Back to Seaton Park Car Park.

BEACH BUOY.

CLIFFORD DRIFTWOOD.

 

4,FEB. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Wednesday morning at 7-12.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park.

It wasn't quite half light.

Down the southernmost access ramp, they were on the beach.

The tide was well in.

It would be low tide at 11-26.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Sunrise was supposed to be around 7-50.

Beach Buoy wasn't expecting to see it at all today.

There was a light breeze from the south east.

It was peppered with fine rain.

Even in the poor daylight, Beach Buoy could see that the sea was still very angry.

The horizon was an undulating line of waves.

It was quite mild, at least it felt mild at 4 degrees after yesterday's chill.

They headed towards the low level route.

The last high tide had claimed lots of sand.

They walked the low level route.

The sea had reshaped some of that too.

"Morning Mate.

It was 7-37.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

No Crows today.

It was still quite dark, darker than the photographs would have one think.

Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.

Ruby.

Another Dog.

After Stubborn Dog Beach Buoy did say that he would never have Another Dog.

Now he has.

It will be his last.

The view north to Seaton Carew Village from Stubborn Dog Stack.

He scattered some seed for the Missing Crows.

As well as five suitable stones, Beach Buoy has been bringing a sturdy stone each day.

He had started a feeble attempt at sea defences at the base of the small slope.

It can't do any harm to try.

The only danger is that it could end up like an old Danny Kaye film.

A bit vessel with the pestle and the flagon with a dragon etc.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

Brakesy's seat had been moved, possibly by the man himself?

It looked to be a more sheltered spot from the prevailing wind.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had just turned to head back north.

An unknown man headed south with two inquisitive dogs.

A Ship slipped out to a rough sea.

The beachcombers led the way.

Sea foam from a rough sea resembled fallen snow.

Thirteen Crows landed nearby.

Beach Buoy scattered some seed,

Rubes.

Paul.

BEACH BUOY.