7, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Two Little Terns escort a Gull from the nest site air space.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 6, MAY 2026.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.

It was 6-44.

More importantly, it was a new beach book day.

No blank page hesitation here.

Beach Buoy is straight in with scribbles, abbreviations and tiny sketches of future tea room cards that record their walks.

A twitcher rested his large camera on the Esplanade Wall.

Another twitcher and camera had chosen to stand on the beach.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.

It has been exorcised, the "ghosts" has gone.

Once on the beach, Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

A walking man began to jog southwards.

The Gulls that were stood by the water's edge took flight.

Twitcher, the third of the day.

Another big camera lens pointed at the Little Terns.

Their calls filled the air.

Twitchers.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed south.

The tide was well in.

Every now and then, sea foam fingers tried to grab their feet.

The Gull-chasing jogger returned to the north.

The twitchers and the lady who walks the full length of the beach.

There was a fresh breeze from the north east.

The lady who walks the full length of the beach went by.

Another Dog had watched her approach and had gone on strike until she had passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy explained the situation.

They headed up the dune edge.

Whilst walking the low level route, he collected two sturdy stones.

They were placed at the bottom of the small slope.

To the north Dylan's the Dog's owner was chatting to the lady who walked the length of the beach 

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

It was 7-17.

He had a stand and think after scattering seed for the birds.

The view from Stubborn Dog Stack.

Dasher appeared.

The Muzzled Dog.

She's a lovely dog.

The Muzzle is so she can't catch Sand Dune Wabbits.

The glasses are to protect her eyes from the Sea Buckthorn thorns as she chases them.

Her owners arrived at Stubborn Dog Stack.

They chatted.

Alfie, the Border Collie was there too.

Paw on the mend.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.

They returned to the beach.

A handy piece of driftwood.

They headed back to the north.

A lady headed south.

Headscarf, sunglasses, Blue Top and white trousers.

More south of France than Seaton Carew 

"Morning."

"Morning."

Dottie Dog came running by.

Beach Buoy paused to chat briefly to her owner.

Another lady passed by.

A stranger with a G

"Morning. But wild isn't it?

"Fresh."

BEACH BUOY

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

14, APRIL 2026.

A B C

ASH, BENNY AND COOPER.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

5, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-21 a.m.

On a scale up to ten, the Little Tern volume was a seven.

The lady who once fell off her bike was chatting to two others on The Esplanade.

Another little girl ghost.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.

Thankfully, the "Ghosts" didn't follow them.

Onto the beach.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

A walker / jogger.

It looked like he couldn't make up his mind ?

The tide had not long turned from high.

They walked the water's edge.

A glorious start to the day.

Team One Black Ear came from the north.

They chatted.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.

He added two more sturdy stones to the sea defence.

"Morning Mate."

It was 6-54.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

Towards the river mouth.

Over to Hartlepool Headland.

The sunlight was such that the windows of the sea view houses could be seen.

Often, from Stubborn Dog Stack is more of a silhouette.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the Crows.

They returned to the beach via the low level route.

Dylan the dog and owner were heading south.

"Morning.'

"Morning, lovely isn't it?"

"Lovely."

Team Muzzled Dog came along.

Beach Buoy told them the Brakesy story.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were next on the beach conveyor belt.

That chatted for a short while too.

The tide was working it's way out.

Back to the Access Ramp.

Back to the "Ghosts."

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 4,MAY 2026.

 

Someone wasn't happy with a second beach visit.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog had arrived 

at 6-55 p.m.

A young lady parked alongside and asked about the parking charges.

Beach Buoy told her the situation.

Confident that it was free, her and her small dog headed to the access ramp.

Her dog was spooked by the lost/found coat.

It had been draped over one of the ramp's bollards.

It looked like a little girl ghost, still lost.

Three Little Tern Wardens were on hand if required.

... and a little girl ghost.

They headed to the sea 

Beach Buoy collected another five suitable stones.

The tide was heading out.

A couple headed south too.

Up on the dune edge a lady sat with her big white dog.

From a distance it looked like a Sheep.

It was having a great time barking at the hole that it was busy digging.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog led the way south. The receding tide left a sloped beach behind.

"Evening Mate."

He had already added two Sturdy Stones to the sea defence.

It was 7-32.

He added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a sit and a think.

The Sun had been and gone for now.

As so often on an evening, Saltburn had claimed it as it's own.

The fields were a patchwork quilt of sun-kissed crops.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

The beach couple passed by.

"Evening."

"Evening."

They headed back.

Dune folk walked the dunes...

BEACH BUOY.