Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 4-58 p.m.
He didn't and never will take the additional daylight for granted.
There was a chilly breeze from the north. 
It was overcast.
The tide was well out.
They headed south.
There was a lady with a dog at the water's edge heading south.
Another lady and her dog travelled north.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.
That breeze was fresh.
A lady caught them up.
The lady with the whispy dog called Scruffy.
She said how a man had kicked her gentle dog, saying it had gone for his.
Scruffy is the gentlest of dogs, looking like a Hippy Whippet.
The dog's only crime was wanting join in chasing the ball.
Beach Buoy said that he was heading to the dunes.
"Are you the man with the grave? It's lovely."
Beach Buoy pointed out that it was Stubborn Dog's ashes up at the stack.
They went their separate ways.
5-29 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the sloping driftwood log.
He drank was mouthfuls of coffee with a faceful of cold wind
The breeze had picked up.
"See you mate."
They headed back on the "easy" route.
Down on the beach below and man and his dog walked south then north.
Up ahead a lady walked an old almost White Retriever.
The big dog padded along the strand-line like a Polar Bear.
Beach Buoy stooped to pick up a piece of sea pottery.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave to the elderly man with an elderly greyhound.
The Seaton Carew Wreck looked like it was about to set sail.
"All aboard!"
BEACH BUOY.
