18, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Monday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Esplanade at 6-06 a.m.

An unlikely-looking Jogger headed north.

It was a Sunny and still start to the day and week.

A Pied-wagtail wagged down by some of the undamaged nest site fencing.

Another Dog sat on the wall of the beach access ramp.

It was an almost perfect morning.

Beach Buoy was more than a little pleased to see and hear the Little Terns overhead.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked beyond the strand-line.

The tide was a canny way out but the wreck was still at sea.

The Council Tractor was down by the Grey Rocks.

More beach cleaned stones delivered.

Team One Black Ear were to the south, heading back north.

They chatted before going their own ways.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Regular readers of the blog will know that some scenes if not all are on repeat.

They walked the "footpath" for a while.

They made a detour to avoid a Crow.

Beach Buoy left some seeds for the bird.

A young lady with a black dog, walked the water's edge.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple walked and searched the strand-line area in equal measures.

The Council Tractor trundled back to the north.

The Bay's Turbines turned as slowly as Turbine could.

Skylarks sang over the dunes.

Little Terns worked the shallow waters of the sea, close to shore.

They walked the low level route.

They walked the low level route.

Two Sturdy Stones were placed on the sea defence set up.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-02.

Midges danced along the dune ddge

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.

Ruby had a stretch out on the dune sand.

She seemed to be relaxed.

The early morning Sun felt warm.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

Peace.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie came along.

They chatted a while.

A young lady in a Salmon pink dress was sat nearby on the sand.

She was using a driftwood log as a back rest.

Team Muzzled Dog came along with Dasher and  another Alfie.

Alfie the Border Collie.

He and Dasher are excellent too.

The young lady led the way back north.

She carried a heavy-looking bag.

It's handles rested in the bend in her left arm.

North to the Village.

Follow that Tractor.

The tide was heading out but the wreck was still at sea.

The Wonderful Little Terns.

PAUL.

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." answered the man as though correcting Beach Buoy.

The barrier tape bowed 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 wore a flat cap.

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

Perhaps they could see their childhoods too?

The couple turned and headed for the car park.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued to the wreck.

The wreck and the Sun.

The tide was heading out it would soon be high and not so dry.

They returned to the car park.

The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m. as they did so.

Beach Buoy wondered why, in a car park of around 300 or more empty bays that someone would park half a door width away from him?

Some people...

 A man with a large-lensed camera stopped in front of the Wreck Notice board.

As he read the given information, he leant towards the sign.

With pinched fingers he seemed to guage both the thickness and the quality of the board.

B E A C H  B U O Y.

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."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

Wilson the hacksaw blade.

Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

Using Wilson, the hacksaw blade, he removed the float from the large bamboo post.

He had brought his large hammer.

He stood on a nearby stone.

He struck the bamboo post one hundred times.

He pulled at it, to see how easily a numpty could pull it out of the sand 

He decided to strike it a further sixty one times 

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.