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| It was around 5-15pm by the time we hit the Beach, the light and the tide were going. People and Dogs itching for the lighter nights were scratching along the Beach, looking for relief . Just a couple of weeks and the clocks go forward. |
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| By the time I had reached the rocks, near to North Gare I noticed the Sky behind the Dunes had turned a Golden Yellow. I clambered part way up the rocks to try and catch the Sun in the photograph...... |
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| Then out of the Dunes came two riders and horses, silhouetted against the Glorious Sky. |
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| As we headed back the dusk changed the palette with hints of pink and orange, before finally closing it's lid. BEACH BUOY. |
