Thursday, 30 July 2026
Wednesday, 29 July 2026
29, JULY 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.
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.
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.
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