"RUBY!
do you want to go out?"
... nothing.
Saturday, 18 July 2026
18, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
💔💔
God bless.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-18 a.m.
A man stood on the dune heights, taking photographs.
The lady who once fell off her bike walked the Esplanade with her companion.
They passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
They were all wearing summer shorts but winter coats.
It was breezy.
The tide was high.
The sea was rough.
The strong breeze was coming from the north.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple arrived.
In no time at all, they took the lead.
Ahead of them was another sea glass collector.
A lady who recently began showing up at the beach.
She has a dog like TV's Ted.
If Beach Buoy recalled correctly it is called Ted too.
Yes.
"Ted the terrible."
She passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
... and away.
To the north someone and his dogs squeezed by the dog ban sign and the sea.
Before long all of the beachcombers were to the north.
Black-headed Gull.
South Gare was taking a bit of a thumping.
It's light flashed .
Daylight or not.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He selected two sturdy stones.
They were added to the sea defence.
Up the small slope.
Another stone had been added to the stack.
Excellent.
All are welcome.
Beach Buoy will bring the spray varnish for it soon,
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five new suitable arrivals.
The wildlife water bowl was empty.
He topped it up.
He scattered some seeds for the birds.
He had a sit and a think on the driftwood sear with an elevated view.
He sat watching the white sea foam attempt to cross the grey rocks.
A number of Black-headed Gulls were in and around the water's edge.
"See you mate."
Moments later a Crow went to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Seaton Carew from the dunes.
The couple who aren't mentioned in the blog much passed by, heading north.
Here they are being mentioned once more.
With an additional photographic appearance too.
No Sand Martins or Skylarks today.
The Little Terns still chattered.
They headed back to the Esplanade.
Dylan's mam gave a distant wave.
On the access ramp, a lady asked if there were any horses on the beach.
There weren't.
Her dog didn't like horses.
God Bless.
Paul.
Tuesday, 14 July 2026
14, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-15.
The lady who once fell off her bike went south then north with four for company.
Team One Black Ear had just reached the top of the beach access ramp.
Beach walk done.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were about to start theirs.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the tidal sand, beyond the strand-line.
He collected five suitable stones as they did so.
They headed south, between the sea and the strand-line.
One hood went up.
There was a strong fresh breeze from the north.
The was as far in as it was out.
They walked under an overcast sky.
To the north, Beach Buoy could see that the lady who walks the full length of the beach was making good progress as she headed south too.
By the time that Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route, she was in distant waving distance.
Sensing this perhaps, they both shared distant waves.
Beach Buoy collected two Sturdy Stones.
He placed them onto the sea defence pile.
They climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-57.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
Some bad been taken since their visit last night.
He scattered some seeds for the birds.
Beach Buoy had brought some varnish spray.
He sprayed some recent and even newer additions to Stubborn Dog Stack
They had a sit and a think.
"See you mate."
They had hardly reached the low level route before a Magpie appeared.
It turned mid flight.
It would wait.
The Crows are different.
They would land on a giant pencil before going vocal.
It always felt like they were saying
"Thank you."
They headed back.
The tide was making its way out.
A ray of sunshine seemed to make one particular Wind Turbine, the star of the show.
Up on the Esplanade, Beach Buoy chatted to two thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper.
The person who walks the car park perimeter, did so.
Paul.
Monday, 13 July 2026
13, JULY 2026, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL,EVENING VISIT.
Monday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.
It was 6-49 p.m.
They headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
There was a strong breeze from the north.
The tide was well out.
A few timbers of the Seaton Carew Wreck were ashore.
The sea was angry.
The Village and Town were too.
The Sun would break through the clouds every no and then.
Like fame, so a short while, it shone on them.
They climbed a high dune.
Queen of the Castle.
To the north, a group stood by the sea.
To the south, a couple swam in the sea.
It didn't feel like it was the best of ideas.
They were a long way from help should they need it.
Beach Buoy only had a C.S.E. in panicking and flapping his arms about.
He would be no help!
They dropped down to the low level route.
Two Sturdy Stones were collected and added to the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope.
"Evening Mate."
It was almost 7-30.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He checked the wildlife water bowl.
It was half full, half empty.
He topped it up.
He hadn't brought any seeds on their evening walk.
This B&B doesn't include an evening meal.
He had a sit and a think.
A head full of thoughts.
A faceful of sea air.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
To the north, the water's edge group stood looking at something on the beach.
To the south, Beach Buoy could see that the swimmers were safely back in the beach.
A beach walker headed back north.
An unzipped coat flapped in the breeze.
The tide was heading out.
The wreck was fully ashore.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the north.
At the end of the dunes, a photo shoot was taking place on the sloping dune edge.
A group of a dozen or more ladies were scattered around the dunes edge.
They seemed to be wearing, dressing gowns or dry robes, possibly towels.
It felt a bit like a calendar type photo shoot.
Beach Buoy kept clear.
He and Another Dog made their way to the access/egress ramp.
Paul.
13, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
Another Dog had no intention of moving.
It was an odd beach after yesterday's tragedy.
Team One Black Ear were on the Esplanade.
They were stood chatting to the lady who once fell off her bike and her two companions.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"There's two deck chairs down there."
He pointed to the beach.
Milo, their borrowed dog had returned to his owners.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones alone.
A large man headed to the sea with a tiny dog for company.
The man was constantly pulling up his jeans as they headed to the sea.
It was cloudy
There was a fresh breeze from the north east.
Sunlight come through, shining on the seafront houses to the north.
The tide was well out but the wreck was still at sea.
Ghost fishing gear.
FD
is
Fleetwood.
Beach Buoy dragged it to the low level route, beyond the waves.
He cut off the rope.
It was around thirty metres long.
Imagine that wrapped around a propeller or a large sea creature.
He coiled it up.
The beach cleaned ghost fishing rope
Magpie.
Squid Eggs.
Returned to water.
Placed in the water-filled base of the random pipe.
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