Stage being assembled.
The bike.
Middleton Pier.
Big Wheel on Headland.
The Carnival is in town.
The childhood story bridge .
Dad took Beach Buoy under at high tide at the start of a fishing trip.
Paul.
Wednesday, 29 July 2026
29, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.
He collected five suitable stones.
Peebles with legs ran along the water's edge.
Head south.
The Sun broke free of the clouds.
Hundreds of Gulls rafting and looking excited about something.
More Gulls watched from the shore.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
He collected two sturdy stones.
They were added to the sea defence.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
💔
It looks like the army veteran has recently lost his much-loved Border Collie.
Beach Buoy had a sit and a think.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He scattered seeds for the birds.
"See you mate."
Back to the low level route.
Crows flew for breakfast.
Back along to the north.
Tuesday, 28 July 2026
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
THE COFFEE COUPLE ON THE ESPLANADE WALL.
JULY 2026.
Beach Buoy.
28, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They arrived at 5-35.
The lady who once fell off her bike was walking northwards along the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy passed the sand out of your shoes bench.
The bench has become a floral memorial to the recent tragic loss of life
The flowers had began to fade.
Three bunches and a message in a bottle were all that remained.
It was mild and overcast.
There was a warm breeze blowing from the south west.
Little Tern chatter filled the air.
Team One Black Ear were walking south, down by the water's edge.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down beyond the strand-line.
He collected five suitable stones as they did so.
Another Dog constantly wanted to stop.
The stops were not to sniff or other reason other than have control.
Team One Black Ear led the way.
Larger Terns, about fifty percent larger, were working the water's edge, diving into the shallows for their catch.
Beach Buoy and Team One Black Ear (John) chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.
Two sturdy stones were selected.
They were added to the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
6-23 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy thought of the days that daylight won't come until 8-30 or later.
Brrrr
Count your blessings eh?
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Seeds were scattered.
The wildlife water bowl was topped up.
Down on the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south.
He had a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He sat a good while, arms folded but relaxed.
Cows mooed from nearby coastal fields.
Two Sand Martins sped by, heading north.
After a while, "See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had been and gone.
Back to the north.
A lady walked the strand-line, phone in hand and dog at heel.
Beach Buoy was miles away in his head.
He almost didn't see the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.
Just in time he gave a returned distant wave.
A photograph that might be used for a drawing later.
It's the water treatment plant.
Seen behind the Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went up the nearby access ramp.
Team Muzzled Dog were just heading down to the beach.
Dasher the Muzzled Dog led the way.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Everybody alright?"
"Yes."
He put a small beachclean collection into a bin.
He sat on the sand out of your shoes bench and spared a thought.
He read a message brother to brother.
God bless.
Paul.
Monday, 27 July 2026
27, JULY 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE
Seaton Carew Bus Station.
MAGIC SHOP.
FANCY DRESS HIRE.
Back in the day.
Colourful Newsagents.
Council Tractor rakes the beach.
Tractor rake has been busy.
Any stones are taken down to the Grey Rocks near to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The beginnings of a concert.
Fencing on the way.
Paul.
27 JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was sunny and 6-34 a.m.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper were just leaving.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A sea swimmer was back at his car after his swim.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A Crow was sat on Esplanade signage.
Beach Buoy scattered a few seeds for it.
Team One Black Ear reached the top of the beach access ramp.
Walk done.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the tidal sand.
As they went down the access ramp, a couple appeared on the Esplanade Wall.
Mac coffee cups were placed on the wall .
Two pairs of legs swung over.
They sat watching Beach Buoy's progress to the sea.
There is a chance they came to see the Sun and sea?
After all it takes allsorts.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were off up the ramp and home.
It was early but Beach Buoy felt late.
It didn't matter he has forever.
Little Terns chattered at the nest site and along the water's edge too.
He collected five suitable stones.
The Council Tractor was rattling to the north as it cleared the tourist end of the beach of stones.
The tide was well out.
It was just out beyond the wreck.
The beach sand was gradually reclaiming the wreck as it's own.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A big circular dip in the sand doesn't really show up on photograph.
A man was seeing more phone than sea.
His friendly dog was keen to play.
It ran from place to place, wagging.
Maybe the dog was hoping that the man was ordering a ball on line with same day delivery?
Pied- Wagtails jumped from one seaweed clump to another.
Flies liked the drying seaweed.
Wagtails likes the flies.
A Distant Dotty Dog and Owner rushed along the water's edge.
Distant waves were shared.
Beach Buoy turned towards the dunes just in time to see a Wabbit scamper up a dune path.
It was the biggest dune Wabbit that Beach Buoy had seen.
He named it Harvey.
The Council Twactor ... Sorry Tractor trundled by.
More beach stones to the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He chose and added two sturdy stones.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-18.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
The wildlife water bowl was still full.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The lady who walks the full beach headed south.
Team Muzzled Dog headed south too.
Distant waves were shared.
The sea sparkled.
A perfect breeze blew across the dunes.
The full beach lady headed back to the north.
A Common Blue Butterfly landed nearby.
They look like a spark from an electrical outage.
Even with wings closed they look wonderful.
Two Big Bees bumbled by, just above the height of the dune grasses and bushes.
Sand Martins came swooping low too.
Perhaps they were chasing the Bees?
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Back to the beach.
As usual, Beach Buoy walked the tractor tracks as if it were a pathway.
The Yellow Sand Road!
"LETS PUT ON A SHOW."
said a Mickey Rooney voice in Beach Buoy's head.Letd
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back in silence.
Almost.
A distant wave was given to Dylan and his owner as the walked south along the water's edge.
Close to the edge.
A Yacht sailed the horizon.
The only clouds in the sky were it's backdrop.
Beach Buoy out a small beachclean in an Esplanade Bin.
The flowers left after the tragedy are fading.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m.
Paul
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