Friday, 24 April 2026
Thursday, 23 April 2026
SAINT GEORGE'S DAY. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Thursday morning.
St. George's Day.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park at 6-28.
The sound of Little Terns swirled around.
Four of them were escorting three Crows from their airspace above the nest site.
They are very slight birds but will see off the biggest of Gulls or pushiest of Crows with team work.
There was a light breeze off the sea.
It was a chilly breeze.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as a man with two Doodle Dogs left the beach, walk done.
Out over the bay, clouds were stacked like folded towels in a tidy bathroom.
Team One Black Ear were to the south, near the grey rocks that marks the start of the low level route.
To the north, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy picked another piece of old roof slate, nail hole included.
He chatted to Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the level route.
Two more sturdy stones were added to the makeshift sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
Beach Buoy had a stand and think.
Ruby had a sit and think.
Two Ducks circled around Stubborn Dog Stack in a wide arc.
Out over the sea.
Back into the dunes.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the low level route.
A Crow dropped from the sky onto the seed at Stubborn Dog Stack.
They returned to the north somewhere between the sea and the strand-line.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
Distant waves were shared.
Beach Buoy wandered down towards the sea.
Photographs of the return journey journey for the blog.
A grey sea gently folded it's white edges onto the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog Dawdled.
They have forever.
BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 22 April 2026
22, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6 a.m.
It was a Wednesday morning.
The headphones lady walked the perimeter of the car park.
Two cars pulled up.
It was the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.
Her friend had arrived too.
They set off to walk the beach.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
He could hear Little Terns.
They chattered unseen.
Out in the bay, cloud looked like a UFO.
Sunbeams like searchlights.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
A cold wind was blowing inland across a choppy sea.
Jasper & Co. were well ahead.
The tide was a canny way in.
The Sun cleared the clouds.
Beach Buoy paused.
Team One Black Ear caught up, they chatted.
Hugo, the dog with one black ear was brushed as the chat continued.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were added to the sea defences.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-47.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
Beach Buoy stood watching the Gulls hang in the air above the dune edge.
The beach below looked to be fairly quiet.
New wind turbine towers with their blades stack neatly nearby.
A Gull flew overhead.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
More Gulls enjoyed the updraught.
The hastily rearranged meeting man headed back north.
Another last minute change
He hands swung by his side in gloves and fists.
The lady who walks the full beach went by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
She walked as far as the tide would allow.
A twitcher twitched.
The Wonderful Little Terns.
Welcome back.
BEACH BUOY.
Tuesday, 21 April 2026
21, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-20.
He could hear Little Terns but couldn't see them.
Quite often that is the case.
They are a very slight bird.
The lady who once fell off her bike was walking the Esplanade with her companion.
As usual Another Dog wasn't keen.
Beach Buoy didn't faff.
He picked her up with no dilly or dally.
He placed on the low wall of the access ramp.
She seemed to understand?
She trotted along the wall down to the beach.
They headed to the sea
A fresh wind blew off it.
The tide was a canny way in.
There was no direct sun but a slice of Orange ran across the horizon to the south.
Team One Black Ear made there way back to The Esplanade.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple scanned the beach as they headed south by the sea.
Back along the low level route.
They headed back north.
Driftwood had been cast ashore.
The first Little Tern Twitcher of the new season.
There will be many more in the weeks to come.
BEACH BUOY.
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