BEYOND THE WAVES.

 

"Swim to us, swim to us,

Just not today.

We're setting sail

 and you have to stay.

When were return,

You're welcome to come,

Swim to the boat,

We'll head for the Sun.

For the record Beach Buoy can't swim.

He'd try.

Paul.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 17, MAY 2026.

 Little dots but that's what they are anyway.

The glorious Little Terns.

Nest Site claimed by the sea two days ago.

Glad some have remained.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park.

It was 6-16.

He was overjoyed to hear The Little Terns.

Lots flew overhead.

Their nest site was ruined.

It looked like the damaged section of fencing had been taken away for repair?

Red and white barrier tape filled the gap.

A man went by on the Esplanade.

"Morning."

"Good Morning."

The barrier tape board in the light  breeze from the West.

A group of Little Terns stood by the water's edge.

This was unusual.

They  should be nesting and finding food.

When they are seen close to the Gulls like this, it highlights just how small they actually are 

A Helicopter thudded first north, then south across the bay.

The tide was heading out.

Team One Black Ear were to the north.

A man sat on the dune edge as his dog ran back and forth.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.

John, was pleased that his preferred driftwood seat has been rolled back to a high strand-line by a wild foaming sea.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple began their searching beach walk.

They overtook in no time.

Their Border  Collie seems to love the sea as much as any Labrador.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy placed two sturdy stones on the sea defence.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-04.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

They stayed a while.

It was grand.

A good sit and think.

Even Another Dog seemed to be chilled and happy to sit up at the stack.

The Sun warmed them as the light breeze blew out to sea.

"See you mate. Five flipping years."

They returned to the low level route.

To the north, Team Muzzled Dog had just arrived on the beach.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the water's edge.

Beach Buoy glanced up to Stubborn Dog Stack.

He was glad to see a Crow was stood on the new post.

It was then that he realised that he hadn't left any seed.

Beach Buoy contemplated going back to give the crow some seeds.

He decided Another Dog would not be keen to go back over.

He looked towards the stack once more.

Another Crow on a lower post.

Now he felt guilty.

A Large Crow landed in front of them.

It was the Crow Police.

The missing breakfast department.

After enquiries, Seeds were distributed.

They escaped with a caution.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

Distant waves were shared.

Beach Buoy looked out to sea beyond the breaking waves.

He scribbled down some words that came into his head.

He ran out of black ink as he wrote.

It was a four colour pen.

Blue had gone a long time ago.

The remainder of the beach notes and lyrics were written in red.

Dylan the Dog and owner passed by at distance.

Fittingly, distant waves were shared.

Up ahead, the random pipe was on show.

The receding tide will have exposed the wreck too.

They went on to check.

A Couple headed south hand in hand.

An older couple, but quite possibly younger than Beach Buoy.

The Gentleman wire a flat cap.

They stopped to look out to sea, beyond the breaking waves.

Perhaps they could see their childhoods too?

DOGS EH?

 

Bonnie was around twenty when she died.

6 Jan 2012.

Winston.

aka Stubborn Dog 

was nine when he died five years ago today.

Dogs eh?

Paul.

16, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Saturday morning.

"Morning Mate."

Wilson the hacksaw blade.

Can you see the can?

The can.

Under about a metre of dune sand.

How long has it been there?

4 for £2-89.

A search say mid to late 1990s.

Seaton Carew.

Come so far.

Paul.

15, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Friday afternoon.

To be honest Beach Buoy had readied himself to go to the Library.

Just because.

He was intending to just go through some old reference books.

Not quite like pipe and slippers but a bit of Last of the Summer Wine.

Books about local history and the like.

Note pad and pen, he went to the front door.

There was Another Dog.

"You want to go out?"

Library cancelled.

Beach.

Another Dog is never keen to go to the beach.

She thought that she had blagged a walk around the block.

Little did she know...