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| Beach Buoy had walked to the Beach, it was't far. Along the way the usual stupid thoughts filled his head. Thoughts like how even the local property market had a nautical feel to it as he passed various colourful signs mounted on posts in tidy front gardens. SALE AGREED;gave him images of a Pirate who wanted it all... SAILOR GREED. FOR SALE; he could almost hear the Captain of an olden day sailing ship... "Man the FORESAIL!" There was another sign that always tempted him to bring a marker pen and add an I to it. TO LET. |
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| It was't far off high tide. The Beach was narrow. No amount of anti-contact Beach Zig Zagging could fully avoid others but luckily tonight the Beach was quiet. Beach Buoy stopped to take a water's edge picture for his blog. The until then, tickling waves gave a sudden slap and Beach Buoy looked down to see a soaked right ankle. It took a while for the sensation of water to penetrate his Dubbined Boot. He slowly finished the Beach walk. He collected some finds and did his usual beach clean. As he returned to the Streets of Seaton Carew he spotted two Seagulls on a nearby rooftop, vying for top spot on the Chimney Pot, vocally competing for who was King of the Castle and which would be seen as The Dirty Rascal. |
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| Beach Buoy washed and photographed that night's pieces. Some Copper, some Sea Glass and some Sea Pottery. BEACH BUOY. |
