Good Friday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
Writing in progress...
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Friday, 3 April 2026
Thursday, 2 April 2026
2, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL
Thursday morning.
Low tide 10-47 a.m.
High tide 4-55 p.m.
It was 6-26.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog crossed The Esplanade.
The man with the Tom and Jerry Bulldog was to the north.
Cones had been out in place in readiness for the arrival of the Little Terns.
As well as the cones alongside the wall, the beach fencing has been erected.
Hopefully they will arrive soon.
The lady who once fell off her bike and her companion passed by as Beach Buoy and Another Dog went down the beach access ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The view north now that the fencing is up.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A couple with three dogs went back to Sandy Car Park.
The tide was well in, the sea choppy.
A lady headed north along the water's edge with her two dogs.
The Council Tractor was up near the Grey Rocks, dropping off more beach-cleared stones.
They made their way to the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea
defences.
Skylarks sang above the dunes
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-51.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Others had made use of the Stack paint.
...and again.
Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.
Team One Black Ear, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple and the Council Tractor all headed back to the north.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the missing Crows.
"See you mate."
He and Another Dog went back down to the low level route.
They had only walked a few metres when a Crow flew low overhead.
It dropped down to the seed at Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked along the water's edge.
The Sun tried to break the the clouds.
As is often the case, Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the Tractor tracks as if it were a walkway.
The curves of the water's edge was in complete contrast to the straightness of the tyre tracks.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
Back at the waiting nest site, he noticed that there was an inner fence of netting.
He presumed that this was to deter foxes from raiding the site?
What with Kestrels and Owls the Little Terns deserve admiration for the journey they take to reach Hartlepool then the struggle of predators and at inclement "summer." weather.
A Jogger with two Doodle Dogs headed south.
The Dogs seemed to be happy with the life and the freedom of the beach.
BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
SITTING ON SOMEONE ELSE'S DRIFTWOOD SEAT WITH AN ELEVATED VIEW.
29, MARCH 2026.
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy
Paul.
Wednesday, 1 April 2026
APRIL 01, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-49 a.m.
They headed down the access ramp to the beach.
The results of a beach litter pick surrounded the Esplanade Bins.
It looked like the Little Tern Site had been cleaned , ready for their arrival.
Word had it that the site's fencing was going up today.
It was mild.
There was a light and slight breeze from the south west.
The tide was a good way out but still at sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed south.
Up ahead, Team One Black Ear walked the strand-line.
The lady who walks the full beach was headed back north too.
She walked the water's edge.
Skylarks sang above the dunes to the west.
The lady gave a distant wave as she passed by.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went up to the low level route.
He chose two sturdy stones for the stack sea defence.
7-22.
"Morning Mate."
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Another Dog was relaxed today.
She laid down on the dune sand and slept.
Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.
He scattered some seeds.
The Crow might show up later?
Sooner rather than later it did.
"See you mate and Crow."
They left the bird to enjoy breakfast in peace.
They returned along the low level route.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave as he headed south.
Excellent Dog Alfie played catch up.
There must have been something interesting to sniff?
Beach Buoy chatted to Team Muzzled Dog.
Others headed south.
A Ship left the river behind.
Beach Buoy was drawn to the wreck once more.
Beach Buoy scattered some more seeds for the shipwrecked Crows.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog rested on the Esplanade Wall as the nearby Village Church Bells sounded out for 8 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
Tuesday, 31 March 2026
31, MARCH 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Sandy Car Park.
It was 6-52 a.m.
A man came by with a Bulldog straight off Tom and Jerry.
"Want a ball mate?"
They were both friendly but the man was more chatty than the dog.
The man donated a beach-found ball.
Beach Buoy placed in his beach bag as he assured the man that he would pass it on.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
The sunrise had taken place behind stage-like grey curtains of cloud.
An unseen rehearsal.
It was overcast but mild.
The tide was out enough to have exposed the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as the headed south.
Beach Buoy used the 30 x zoom on his phone camera.
Way to the south, Team One Black Ear.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was walking back by the water's edge.
A Pheasant creaked in the dunes.
A Lone Gull passed just overhead.
Beach Buoy did his Gull call.
The bird wasn't impressed.
More Dr.Don'tbother, than Dolittle.
Team One Black Ear stopped to chat.
They checked on each others well being before going their own way.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
There has been a piece of driftwood recently, no matter which way the sea rolls it with each tide or which direction one approaches it from, it always looks like an old man trying to stand up after a fall.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy places two sturdy stones on sea defences of his own making.
He reached into his beach bag.
Two signs made from beach-found slate for the new giant pencil post.
The holes were already in place, possibly the nail hole from their rooftop days?
He placed them to one side.
It was 7-22.
"Morning Mate."
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He took out two screws and a screwdriver from his beach bag.
He attached the signage to the most recent giant pencil post.
He reached into his beach bag once more.
The bag was becoming more and more Mary Poppins by the minute.
A tin of spray varnish.
He sprayed the slate signs.
He sprayed other people's memorial items as well.
The remaining Brakesy's too.
Some had gone.
He had a stand and a think.
He looked to the north.
A couple with a Border Collie and a larger dog were at the water's edge.
West of them, Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
West of him were Team Muzzled Dog.
Beach Buoy scattered some seed for the missing Crows.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the low level route.
Midges swarmed on the dune edge.
The Sand Martins will be glad of that on the arrival.
It can only be a matter of days until their return?
Mr. Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave from the beach below.
Team Muzzled Dog did too.
It was a funny sight.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn was ahead of Team Muzzled Dog but Excellent Dog Alfie walked in between Team Muzzled Dog.
The fact that they both have belt pouches with chicken in might have swayed his allegiance ?
The couple at the water'e edge shouted their dogs.
The two dogs were running to Beach Buoy.
They went for Ruby.
Luckily she had a thick coat on.
Beach Buoy scooped her up.
He could see the marks on the coat where the dogs had tried to bite.
"Sorry!"
Beach Buoy walked on.
He raised an arm as if to signify that it was O.K.
His head was saying a different response.
It began with an F.
The couple and their aggressive dogs headed into the dunes.
Beach Buoy had thoughts of having a pet Grizzly Bear to walk on the beach.
He wouldn't mind if it was a Stubborn Bear, he would wait.
Beams of light shone down onto the wind turbines.
A playful Doddle Dog did beach zoomies.
It was more Spaniel than Poodle.
It ran and bounced.
It's long ears seemed to stand upright as if static electricity was holding them up.
The dog was anything but static.
They headed to the wreck.
He scattered some seeds for the crew members.
The tide was heading out.
So wonderfully exposed at the moment.
BEACH BUOY.
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