It was 9 a.m.
One of the four clock faces was broken.
Kite flying.
It was a perfect day for it.
Looked to be good fun.
Middleton Pier with Hartlepool Headland in background.
Back to Sunny Seaton Carew.
Beach Buoy
Friday, 2 October 2026
OCTOBER 2, 2026 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
It was a bright and breezy morning.
Morning Crows made use of the driftwood.
Beach Buoy collected ten, yes ten suitable stones.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple head back north.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was heading back too.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear as the Sun came up.
Every Sunrise is treasured.
Rising after 7 a.m nowadays.
Up and away.
Others headed back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The rough sea had left a sculptured beach.
Pied-Wagtails provided the songs as they headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked the low level route.
They found two sturdy stones.
They added them to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view, writing names on the ten suitable stones.
Beach Buoy has removed some of the black pen writings via a photo editor.
A sit and think.
Beach Buoy left a note.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
A Cornwall Flag on a stone.
Back to the north.
Back to the Car Park.
BEACH BUOY .
Thursday, 1 October 2026
OCTOBER 1, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. AN EVENING VISIT.
They walked to the beach.
Another Dog went on strike.
They held negotiations on the Esplanade Wall, the pros and cons of continuing along the beach.
After agreeing on a baby carry down the Access ramp their "walk" continued on the sand below.
It was another lovely evening.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
The dog ban ended yesterday for certain parts of the beach until May.
If the tide was low enough they could go to see the wreck.
It sits inside of one of the dog ban zones.
They were alone but together as the ship made it's way to the horizon.
One used binoculars.
One used a hand raised like the peak of a cap.
Two Beach Fishermen.
Watching rod ends and breaking waves as they chatted.
A group of teenagers headed north.
One had a bicycle.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He collected and placed two sturdy stones on the sea defence at the base of the small slope.
Up the slope.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Someone had gone slap happy with a black pen.
Beach Buoy is happy others share HIS stack.
He is NOT HAPPY that the same person has rubbed out names of others with HIS black pen!
He expected better from this person!
Beach Buoy will right the wrong ten times over.
He will take other action if nessacery!
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
Fuming, he had a sit and a think.
OCTOBER 1, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Ruby was sleeping soundly.
An early start in the darkness.
With five suitable stones they headed south.
The tide was high.
They continued south in the almost half light.
HARTLEPOOL LIFE.
Article from Hartlepool Life reproduced with kind permission.
Thank you.
The story of the dog rescue the other day and Beach Buoy's driftwood stick waving antics.
Paul.
Wednesday, 30 September 2026
30, SEPT 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
It was too nice just to sit and let the day slip away.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was 6-12 p.m.
It was still as bright as could be.
In just over an hour the Sun would be gone.
Count your blessings.
Make the most of everything.
Keep moving.
Keep going.
It was a lovely evening.
People and their dogs walked the narrow beach.
A family of five headed back north barefoot in the sea.
A man stood looking at the sea with folded arms.
As if to say "Impress me!"
The sea was wilder than the weather would suggest.
They continued south.
A Lone Oyster Catcher walked the water's edge.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones.
A young lady was sat on the dune edge, just north of Stubborn Dog Stack, watching the breaking waves.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The sea put on a show.
Long curling waves broke slowly.
The closest to surfer waves that Beach Buoy had seen in a good while.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for late dune mice or early morning Crows.
He topped the wildlife water bowl up.
They returned to the low level route.
They, and others headed back to the north.
Dusk came.
Sea Front windows began to glow
Beach Buoy.
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