30, SEPT 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 It was too nice just to sit and let the day slip away. 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

It was 6-12 p.m.

It was still as bright as could be.

In just over an hour the Sun would be gone.

Count your blessings.

Make the most of everything.

Keep moving.

Keep going.

It was a lovely evening.

People and their dogs walked the narrow beach.

A family of five headed back north barefoot in the sea.

A man stood looking at the sea with folded arms.

As if to say "Impress me!" 

The sea was wilder than the weather would suggest.

They continued south.

A Lone Oyster Catcher walked the water's edge.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones.

A young lady was sat on the dune edge, just north of Stubborn Dog Stack, watching the breaking waves.

"Evening Mate." 

Beach  Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

The sea put on a show.

Long curling waves broke slowly.

The closest to surfer waves that Beach Buoy had seen in a good while.

"See you mate." 

Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for late dune mice or early morning Crows.

He topped the wildlife water bowl up.

They returned to the low level route.

They, and others headed back to the north.

Dusk came.

Sea Front windows began to glow 

Beach Buoy.

30, SEPT. 2026 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

It was very mild.

20 degrees.

They collected five suitable stones.

It was high tide.

The continued south by the water's edge.

Beach Buoy checked the north.

Some big handy "Robinson Crusoe" type lumps of driftwood.

Come in handy on a Dessert Island to build a stockade.

They walked the low level route.

Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.

" Morning Mate." 

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

He scattered some seeds for the Crows.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

They had a sit and a think.

As Beach Buoy made a film, a Gannet seemed to almost ride the waves.

North to South, directly in front of Stubborn Dog Stack.

It was wonderful to see.

"See you mate." 

They headed back north.

The tide has turned from high.

BEACH BUOY.

29, SEPTEMBER 2026. JUST A BIKE RIDE.

 

Just a bike ride from the South End of Esplanade to North End and back. 

Paul.

29, SEPTEMBER 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL

 ZZZZZZZZZ

Beach Buoy woke Another Dog.

They reached Sandy Car Park at 6-46 a.m.

They headed down the beach access ramp.

A lady was coming up from the beach with her waggy dog.

"Morning." 

"Morning." 

They headed to the tidal sand.

After distant waves were shared, the Man with a Rucksack and a Rottweiler continued  northwards.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, collecting five suitable stones as they did so.

It would soon be sunrise.

A perfect breeze blew off the sea.

Beach Buoy checked back to the north.

They continued south.

The beach sloped steeply down to the sea.

The Wind Turbines spun in that lovely breeze blowing in from the south east.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed south then north.

They don't hang about.

At 7-10 the Sun peeked through a gap in the clouds.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog had just reached the low level route.

He collected two sturdy stones.

He added them to the sea defence at the bottom of the small slope.

Another Dog scrambled up the small slope first.

"Morning Mate." 

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He scattered some seeds.

He topped up the wildlife water bowl.

He had brought a spray tin of varnish to use to protect the latest Brakesy addition to the Stack.

It had gone.

They both had a sit and think.

Another Dog on dune sand.

Beach Buoy on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

Three Crows sat waiting on the grey rocks, waiting for them to leave.

A barefoot jogger went south then north.

Team Muzzled Dog appeared.

The had a good chat.

Team Muzzled Dog continued south.

"See you mate." 

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

Back along the low level route.

Back along the beach.

Up above the dunes, the Moon still shone brightly.

The jogger must have almost met himself going  back.

They headed back along the water's edge.

A stream of beach trapped water was returning to the sea.

A Crow seemed to be guarding it, perhaps wanting a toll?

Beach Buoy scattered a capful of seed nearby.

He hoped that it was enough?

It was.

The Crow let them pass.

They continued northwards.

Mr.Gunn/Lunn stopped to chat as he and Excellent Dog Alfie made their way south.

Beach Buoy fussed the little dog.

They went their own way.

"Morning." 

"Morning." 

Dylan the Dog and owner were heading south along the water's edge.

"Morning." 

"Morning Paul." 

The man with three dogs who once had four was also heading south.

They chatted briefly.

The man and his three dogs carried on northwards.

Back in the Car Park, the Village Church Bells rang out for 8 a.m.

BEACH BUOY 

JUST A BIKE RIDE. 28, SEPTEMBER 2026.

 

Beach Buoy cycled down towards the sea.

Beyond the dunes a Wind Turbine Vessel could be seen heading to the river.

By the time that he had cycled to The Esplanade, the Vessel had slipped between the Gares.

Beach Buoy headed off to the north end of the Esplanade.

The regular bait diggers 

He made a point of climbing the steeply banked car park.

He free wheeled down from Newburn Bridge.

He went to the southern end of the Esplanade.

The man with a Tricycle was there.

They chatted.

They had chatted before.

Paul.