Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Park car park at 5-31 p.m.
It was a couple of minutes walk to the beach.
An icy wind blew from the north.
The tide was well out.
A thirty second rain shower touched them as it headed south.
They headed south.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was on show
Two hoods were up.
They were pushed along by the cold wind.
More clouds to the north, over the village.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked towards the big slope.
It was cold.
Beach Buoy's arms and hands have moved up inside him sleeves to protect hands from cold.
He felt like Billy Casper in goal in the book Kes.
They walked the "easy" route, soon reaching Stubborn Dog Stack.
Crisp black sunshine shadows led the way.
5-59 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Another minute would have been
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on an angle on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
An attempt to shelter from the strong cold wind in such an exposed place.
The odd thing was that it seemed to be a little calmer up in the dunes than it was on the beach.
Gulls hung effortlessly overhead.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
He watched the clouds.
A lady almost marched southwards on the beach below.
Her two dogs and her pushed along by the wind.
Beach Buoy checked the beach to the north.
"See you mate."
Sunlight came and went as clouds whizzed by.
"Blowing a hoolie on the beach."
They returned to it.
The tide was out beyond the wreck now.
The beach seemed as vast as it was windswept.
Horses arrived with the 6 p.m.
Free Parking.
Plenty of room for everyone.
BEACH BUOY.
