Thursday, 30 April 2026
Wednesday, 29 April 2026
29 APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Wednesday morning.
6-38.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park.
The Sunderland was bright.
There was hardly a cloud in sight.
No doubt that the sunrise would have been spectacular.
A man passed by on the Esplanade as they began to go down the beach access ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The sound of Little Terns filled the air.
They are easier to hear than catch sight of.
They headed towards the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked.
To the south, The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back north.
They stopped and stopped as they progressed.
Behind them, further south were Team One Black Ear.
The lady with a black dog and a white dog overtook Beach Buoy.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Each of her big friendly dog held a driftwood stick tightly in their mouths.
The white dog ran into the sea.
There was a light breeze off the sea.
It was the first time this year that the sea actually smelt of the Ocean.
Maybe it was the combination of a slightly chilled sea breeze and the warmth of the Sun beginning to make it's presence felt?
Whatever the reason it smelt like summer.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had intended to have a sit and a think, once that he had scattered some seeds for the Crows to enjoy later.
As he scattered the seeds, a Crow landed on one of the giant pencils.
They left the Crow to enjoy it's gifted meal
"See you mate.
See you Crow."
They returned to the low level route.
Breakfast is served.
They returned to the beach.
The breeze-rippled sea sparkled in the early morning sunlight.
Sea alley.
Once made from marble, so called marbles.
Once made from alabaster, so called alleys.
Even the glass one like this beauty are called alleys round these parts.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn stopped to chat.
Beach Buoy told him all about the message in a bottle excitement.
Excellent Dog Alfie trotted along.
Beach Buoy gave the lovely little dog a shoulder scratch.
The dog leaned into the scratch to offer assistance.
A Twitcher and his large-lensed camera stood by the Little Tern Fencing.
A Little Tern turned.
The Seaton Carew Wreck and the Village that names it beyond.
Crow crew taken flight.
The Wreck.
The wreck ...
A Little Tern goes fishing.
BEACH BUOY.
Tuesday, 28 April 2026
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