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Sunday, 26 July 2026

26, JULY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.


 It had rained through the night.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy arrived at the beach alone.
It was 6-20 a.m.

The lady who once fell off her bike was heading back to the north.
She was walking The Esplanade with her regular pal.


Beach Buoy headed to the tidal sand.
He collected five suitable stones as he did so.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple overtook.
They walk at quite a speed.

The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
The discussed a missing dog and photographs of clouds.


Beach Buoy headed south.


There were lots of grey clouds around.
It was mild and muggy.


Beach Buoy's photographs won't do this morning justice.
There was an atmosphere.
Maybe it was the muggy greyness after so much sustained bright and sunny?

Out in the bay, around one hundred sea birds rafted, just north of the sea serpent marker.


Beach Buoy made his way along the low level route.
He collected two Sturdy Stones.
He added them to the sea defence.

The others that had walked the beach were now just dogs to the north.


He climbed the small slope.
Overnight raindrops hung from blades of dune grass.


"Morning Mate."
It was 6-55.
He added five suitable stones.
He patted 
THE 
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl, rainfall has helped.


He had a stand and a think.


Industry to the south.

"See you mate."
Beach Buoy continued south.


Up and down the highs and lows of the dune edges.


He looked to the north.


Tank traps in the dunes.
Photograph for a drawing later.

Beach Buoy continued south.
He was hoping that the driftwood seat was still in place.


It was.


Beach Buoy enjoyed the view for a while.


Beach Buoy wandered his way back.


Beach Buoy gave Stubborn Dog Stack a distant wave from the beach below.
As he did so, a Magpie landed on one of giant pencils.
It dropped down to feed on the seed that Beach Buoy had left.
He continued north.
Ted "the terrible." and his owner were busy searching for sea glass.



A metal detectorist scanned the sands.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m. as Beach Buoy reached the access ramp.

Up on The Esplanade, Beach Buoy placed a small beach clean into a bin.
He chatted to two thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper.

Paul.

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