12, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.

It was 7-16.

It was overcast with a chilly breeze from the west.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just leaving.

The person who walks the Car Park Perimeter wired to sound was doing so.

A Windswept Twitcher returned to his car.

They headed to the beach.

The Esplanade Cyclist passed by above them on the Esplanade as they headed down the beach access ramp.

"Morning!

"Morning."

The Little Terns chattered.

The tide was out enough to expose the wreck.

Dylan the Dog and owner were way to the south.

A Lady with with a Brown Doodle Dog walked the dunes edge and the the water's edge.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they made their way to the south.

Dylan and owner headed back.

"Morning."

"Morning, it's winter again."

A Lady walked south along the water's edge.

Sea wore one of those sea swimmer robes, long and camouflaged.

Phone in one hand, drink in the other.

She wandered to the dune edge and sat.

Another Dog stopped.

Let's be honest, it happens a lot.

Beach Buoy turned to see why.

A Jack Russell was stood about fifty metres away.

It stood like a statue.

As though it had been caught sneaking up for a sniff.

It reminded Beach Buoy of  game they used to play on the streets of A block when he was a child.

Sly Fox.

The little dog returned to it's owner.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.

He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

 

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-47.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

Other stones with names added had arrived.

As did another excellent Brakesy.

He had chosen driftwood over stone for this one.

So talented.

So kind.

Brakesy.

See his wonderful artwork via the link below.

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He had a stand and think.

Spots of rain hit his cheek.

Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the crows.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

Up ahead the camouflaged lady had set off north too.

She seemed to be using the height of the dune edge as shelter from the cold breeze?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUBY.

 

Five today.

BEACH BUOY 

THE DAILY BEACH. ISSUE No.9

 

Beach Buoy.

11, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Monday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up 

at 6-41 a.m.

The Little Terns were silent, grounded by the strong wind from the north.

They headed to the beach.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Sunshine and shadows traded places as clouds rushed by.

Beach Buoy carried Another Dog over a defined strip of shifting sand that snaked along from north to south.

The clouds were dramatic, the wind was fresh.

Rain travelled southwards as it fell out at sea.

A dog walker headed north along the water's edge.

He leant into the headwind.

The rainfall seemed to come ashore at the other side of the river?

The north.

The south.

The tide was out enough to expose the random pipe. 

It was taking a bit of a battering.

As was South Gare Pier.

A Gull hung in the strong wind.

Beach Buoy checked back to the north.

They made their way to the low level route.

Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the base of the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-04.

The usual thirty minutes walk was done in just over twenty.

It was wind assisted.

The threat of a soaking out a spring in their step.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

They didn't hang around too long.

There was a chance of a soaking on the way back.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

Way to the north Team Muzzled Dog walked to the water's edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the water's edge too.

No shifting sand off the sea to worry about.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The Lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by shortly afterwards.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Another band of rain travelled south along the horizon.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled along.

They had forever.

They made their way to the beach access ramp.

The Lady who walks the full length of the beach, headed back to the north.

Up on The Esplanade, a man multitasked.

He jogged as he pushed a Pram.

BEACH BUOY.

10, MAY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Sunday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up.in Sandy Car Park.

It was 7-08.

The litter-pick lady was at the top of a bank of wind-blown sand in the south west corner of the car park.

She was collecting litter as her White Scottie Dog stood watching her, perhaps wondering why?

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

Little Terns filled the air.

Sand Martins were close to the nest site too.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

A couple with a small black dog headed south.

The sea swimmers are all year round but today saw the first shoes off paddler of the year.

A young lady with a Border Collie was the first that Beach Buoy had seen.

Her dog was running ahead,  before laying in the shallow water.

She took selfies and photographs of her dog as they made their way south.

Yesterday it was an umbrella on the beach.

Today it was shoes-off paddle.

 Both bring joy in different ways.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Hiya."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked up near the dunes edge.

There was a fresh but pleasant breeze off the sea.

Skylarks sang to the west.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy left two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope before climbing it.

"Morning Mate."

7-46.

The Skylarks piped them "aboard" the dunes 

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted

THE 

stone.

An elderly gentleman arrived via the dunes from the south.

Anyone a day older than Beach Buoy is elderly.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Just making sure that l could find it."

 (The stack ) "A friend's daughter's dog has died. I told them she should come here.

"My Dog's ashes are here."

"It's a good idea."

His friendly dog was barking the full time.

"He doesn't like when he isn't centre of attention."

With that, they headed along the "easy " route, down the big slope, down onto the beach below.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog stayed at the stack a while.

It was a lovely morning.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

Dylan the dog was heading south with his owner.

Distant waves were exchanged.

The man who once had three dogs passed by with three.

More distant waves were exchanged.

A slow walk back to the north.

After all, they have forever.

They rested on the Esplanade Wall for a while.

Rubes.

One last look at the beach before heading back.

BEACH BUOY.