Saturday, 6 June 2026
Friday, 5 June 2026
5 JUNE 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-05 a.m.
It was busy on the Esplanade for that time of the day.
The lady who once fell off her bike walked North with her companion.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper was just heading to the dunes.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the beach access ramp.
A Lady with a Greyhound headed down the ramp to the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they did so.
The tide was well in.
There was a chilly breeze from the west.
The Council Tractor was busy to the north collecting stones from the beach.
It trundled along the water's edge to drop off the stones down near the grey rocks.
A lazy sea washed at the tracks left behind.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back to the north.
There wasn't a wave in sight, just a breeze-rippled sea.
The Tractor returned to the north.
Two sea swimmers entered the sea to the north as Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear.
They headed to the low level route.
Beach Buoy collected two sturdy stones.
He placed them on the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-48.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for the Crows.
Across the dunes, New Wind Turbines headed out to sea.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view, watching the vessel head out to sea.
Sand Martin at Stubborn Dog Stack.
The view to the north and the Village of Seaton Carew.
A Sand Martin.
One of a number flying past as they stood up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Another.
Same one in flight to the north.
Bon voyage.
"See you mate."
They walked the low level route as Sand Martins flew by.
They returned to the beach below.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
Sand Martin up in the dunes.
Beach Buoy collected ten beach clean items.
Plastic bottles and drinks cans.
They headed back along the water's edge.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach.
The Vessel so modern when close to shore, looked like it sailed the sea two hundred years ago once it was in the distance.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn was heading down the beach access ramp with Excellent Dog Alfie and Friday Basil
They chatted.
BEACH BUOY.
Thursday, 4 June 2026
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
TALKING RUBBISH AND ABOUT BIRDS TOO.
ESPLANADE,
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL
3 JUNE 2026
Beach Buoy.
4, JUNE 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-04 a.m.
Drizzle filled the wind from the south west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had just set off along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He pulled up his one, but waterproof hood.
He was wearing a wooly hat too.
A small ship headed for the Fiver Tees.
It was about high tide.
The sea wasn't wild.
It was rippled by the wind.
It folded quite calmly onto the beach.
Little Terns were going along the water's edge.
It must be harder to see their catch when the sea is so rippled?
In no time at all the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Crows that had been circling above Stubborn Dog Stack landed nearby on the grey rocks.
They seemed to monitoring Beach Buoy's progress to the stack?
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence pile.
They climbed the small slope.
One of the posts had been pulled out.
Beach Buoy knew that the most recent one was the most likely to go. It was well in the sand but even hammered in, a trial tug by Beach Buoy and it would give.
Anyway ...
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-34.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for the Crows.
He looked around for the post.
Scum are lazy.
It shouldn't be far.
He could find it.
He did find a large painted stone from the stack that had been thrown into long grass and sea buckthorn.
Some nasty people about.
He returned the heart-shaped stone to where it belonged.
He had a sit and a think, trying to weigh people up.
At least the drizzle had stopped.
"See you mate."
Back to the low level route.
The waiting Crows flew to the stack and breakfast.
Beach Buoy had placed a temporary driftwood stick into the hole left behind from the stolen one.
People and their dogs led the way back.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Yesterday's sea swimmer readied himself for a swim under a cloudier sky today.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He pointed his phone up at the sky.
Two headed inland.
Dylan the Dog was heading down the access ramp with his owner.
"Morning."
"I had to go back for my hat.
Wearing a hat in June!"
Beach Buoy emptied his beach clean into an Esplanade Bin.
Five plastic bottles.
Three cans
One half of Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They stopped to chat and inform Beach Buoy that Alfie, their Lovely Border Collie had broken a toe.
Alfie often turns in tight circles.
Doing this on grass seems to have broken it.
No beach for four weeks.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Dasher the Muzzled Dog as they chatted.
Beach Buoy.
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