APRIL 01, 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

31, MARCH 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Tuesday morning.

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

It was 6-52 a.m.

A man came by with a Bulldog straight off Tom and Jerry.

"Want a ball mate?"

They were both friendly but the man was more chatty than the dog.

The man donated a beach-found ball.

Beach Buoy placed in his beach bag as he assured the man that he would pass it on.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

 The sunrise had taken place behind stage-like grey curtains of cloud.

An unseen rehearsal.

It was overcast but mild.

The tide was out enough to have exposed the Seaton Carew Wreck.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as the headed south.

Beach Buoy used the 30 x zoom on his phone camera.

Way to the south, Team One Black Ear.

The lady who walks the full length of the beach was walking back by the water's edge.

A Pheasant creaked in the dunes.

A Lone Gull passed just overhead.

Beach Buoy did his Gull call.

The bird wasn't impressed.

More Dr.Don'tbother, than Dolittle.

Team One Black Ear stopped to chat.

They checked on each others well being before going their own way.

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

There has been a piece of driftwood recently, no matter which way the sea rolls it with each tide  or which direction one approaches it from, it always looks like an old man trying to stand up after a fall.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy places two sturdy stones on sea defences of his own making.

He reached into his beach bag.

Two signs made from beach-found slate for the new giant pencil post.

The holes were already in place, possibly the nail hole from their rooftop days?

He placed them to one side.

It was 7-22.

"Morning Mate."

He added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He took out two screws and a screwdriver from his beach bag.

He attached the signage to the most recent giant pencil post.

He reached into his beach bag once more.

The bag was becoming more and more Mary Poppins by the minute.

A tin of spray varnish.

He sprayed the slate signs.

He sprayed other people's memorial items as well.

The remaining Brakesy's too.

Some had gone.

He had a stand and a think.

He looked to the north.

A couple with a Border Collie and a larger dog were at the water's edge.

West of them, Mr. Gunn/Lunn.

West of him were Team Muzzled Dog.

Beach Buoy scattered some seed for the missing Crows.

"See you mate."

They headed back along the low level route.

Midges swarmed on the dune edge.

The Sand Martins will be glad of that on the arrival.

It can only be a matter of days until their return?

Mr. Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave from the beach below.

Team Muzzled Dog did too.

It was a funny sight.

Mr. Gunn/Lunn was ahead of Team Muzzled Dog but Excellent Dog Alfie walked in between Team Muzzled Dog.

The fact that they both have belt pouches with chicken in might have swayed his allegiance ?

The couple at the water'e edge shouted their dogs.

The two dogs were running to Beach Buoy.

They went for Ruby.

Luckily she had a thick coat on. 

Beach Buoy scooped her up.

He could see the marks on the coat where the dogs had tried to bite.

"Sorry!"

Beach Buoy walked on.

He raised an arm as if to signify that it was O.K.

His head was saying a different response.

It began with an F.

The couple and their aggressive dogs headed into the dunes.

Beach Buoy had thoughts of having a pet Grizzly Bear to walk on the beach.

He wouldn't mind if it was a Stubborn Bear, he would wait.

Beams of light shone down onto the wind turbines.

A playful Doddle Dog did beach zoomies.

It was more Spaniel than Poodle.

It ran and bounced.

It's long ears seemed to stand upright as if static electricity was holding them up.

The dog was anything but static.

They headed to the wreck.

He scattered some seeds for the crew members.

The tide was heading out.

So wonderfully exposed at the moment.

BEACH BUOY.

30, MARCH 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Monday morning.

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

The Council Tractor was already heading back to the north.

It's Surf Rake attachment will have dropped off a load of beach-gathered stones up near the grey rocks.

It was heading back for more.

Making the beach more sand than stones.

What a brilliant job!

Sunrises.

Beaches 

Tractor.

Job done, alongside The Esplanade wall.

Team One Black Ear approached from the south.

29,MARCH 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Sunday morning.

The clocks had gone forward.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in Sandy Car Park just before sunrise.

The Sky was red.

The Sun rose.

It was Orange.

From the Esplanade, Beach Buoy could see the sky lose it's bright orange reflected glow.

They headed down the beach access ramp.

As soon as the Sun left the horizon it began to slip into cloud.

Seaton Carew Village to the north.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed to the wreck.

The wreck today.

He scattered some seeds for the waiting Crows.

Beach Buoy had contacted Tees Archaeology about how clear of the sand the wreck was.

They said that they have someone who monitors the wreck on a regular basis.

They headed south.

The odd piece off pipe was exposed more than Beach Buoy could ever recall.

Over one metre in height.

They made their way to the low level route.

Beach Buoy collected two sturdy stones for the sea defences.

He placed them at the base of the small slope.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

 

The view north to Seaton Carew.

Up on North Gare Pier, a Jogger jogged as far as the Pier fencing.