SAND MARTIN CORNER.
Beach Buoy.
Tuesday, 21 April 2026
21, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-20.
He could hear Little Terns but couldn't see them.
Quite often that is the case.
They are a very slight bird.
The lady who once fell off her bike was walking the Esplanade with her companion.
As usual Another Dog wasn't keen.
Beach Buoy didn't faff.
He picked her up with no dilly or dally.
He placed on the low wall of the access ramp.
She seemed to understand?
She trotted along the wall down to the beach.
They headed to the sea
A fresh wind blew off it.
The tide was a canny way in.
There was no direct sun but a slice of Orange ran across the horizon to the south.
Team One Black Ear made there way back to The Esplanade.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple scanned the beach as they headed south by the sea.
Back along the low level route.
They headed back north.
Driftwood had been cast ashore.
The first Little Tern Twitcher of the new season.
There will be many more in the weeks to come.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 20 April 2026
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 20, APRIL 2026.
Monday evening.
6-50.
Another Dog hadn't come to the morning visit.
She stood on the Esplanade, not keen to walk.
Beach Buoy carried her down the beach access ramp.
Once on the beach she started to walk.
The tide was well in.
There was a light but chilly breeze off the sea.
He collected five suitable stones.
A young family were heading back to the car park.
One child was behind the rest of the group.
"I've found a Unicorn's Horn!"
Beach Buoy thought to himself that the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple are going to be gutted that they missed that.
Eight minutes on the beach and she went on strike again.
It's just a control thing.
She was fine.
Eventually the walk continued.
It was heartening to see a young couple litter pick their way along the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy sea defence stones.
"Evening Mate."
7-27
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He thought about "stuff" for a while.
"See you mate."
Back along the water's edge.
Snook.
BEACH BUOY.
20, APRIL 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
It had been raining when he left.
It was just spots by the time he reached the beach.
It was 6-06 a.m.
He could hear that Ringed Plovers had taken up residence on the Little Tern Nest Site as they always do.
No Little Terns Yet.
Yet...
Rain was falling out at sea
But the Sun was trying to show.
He collected five suitable stones as he headed for the sea.
The sky to the north looked like an Artist had over-egged the pudding when it came to cloud selection.
He walked to the water's edge.
To the north, the Council Beach Tractor looked like it more lights than a 1960s Lambretta Scooter.
The Sun broke through for a short time as it crossed the gap from ow cloud to high.
The light was lovely.
The Tractor trundled it's way along the water's edge.
A pair of diving birds.
So peaceful.
The beach driftwood seat had been rolled to the water's edge
With a camera zoom, Beach Buoy could see that Team One Black Ear and the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy walked the low level route.
He added twelve sturdy stones to the sea defences.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-44.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and a think.
He would have sat down but the driftwood seat with an elevated view was wet from the rain earlier.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
The clouds to the south were wonderful.
Down in the beach below, the fallen man driftwood looked like it was crawling ashore after a shipwreck.
A breeze picked up a Ross the dunes.
Slowly, all of the Bay's wind turbines recieved the message.
One by one they turned.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy couldn't be sure but he thought that he might have heard a Little Tern?
He headed back.
The sea has claimed some of the tractor's tracks.
The sky was glorious.
A camera-shy Seal headed north to south.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a distant wave as she and her dog headed south along the dune heights.
It was returned.
Beach Buoy paused.
He could hear them.
With that, Two Little Terns flew southwards along the water's edge.
The first of the year!
He made a note of the time.
7-21.
BEACH BUOY.
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