It had been raining. The rain had stopped. Beach Buoy and two dogs arrived in the Car Park around 6-30pm.
There was a childish "man" racing around the Car Park, driving through the large puddles in the uneven surface. Nearby a lady with a Large Dog picked up various items of litter from the South End of the Car Park. She placed them into a nearby bin then slipped away looking (For no Reason.) a little embarrassed. The tide was well out and there was a wind from the North. Out in the Bay the mist partially hid the usually prominent Wind Turbines. There were only around six visible and they looked like dying, branchless tree trunks in a Forest from a scary children's story; no spinning blades could be seen.
Beach Buoy had always thought that they should paint them to look like Giant Sunflowers.
There were a few patches of shingle, but alas not many finds. Much of the Beach seemed to covered in items too small to be shingle , but too large to be sand; Beach Buoy made up a name for it; SHANGLE!
The three went as far as North Gare.
The weather had been poor now for three days, but today at least the Skylark was up in the damp grey air, trying to put on a show after two cancelled performances.
Beach Buoy pictured a Gene Kelly type skylark doing a version of Gotta Sing, Gotta Dance, not wishing to let down the Beach audience.
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