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| BEACH BUOY WALKED TO THE BEACH WITH TWO DOGS. THEY ARRIVED AT 1837 QUEEN VICTORIA HAS JUST TAKEN THE THRONE......OR IN THE REAL WORLD IT WAS ....6-37PM IT WAS FOGGY ONCE AGAIN WITH A FRESH BREEZE FROM THE NORTH. THEY WALKED DOWN THE RAMP TO THE BEACH. THERE WAS A PIED WAGTAIL ON THE BEACH WITH ITS RAVENOUS OFFSPRING, LETTING THE WORLD KNOW IT WAS SUPPER TIME. THE TROOPS HEADED SOUTH. SEA FOAM HAD GATHERED IN SOME AREAS NEAR THE WATER'S EDGE, IT HAD BEEN SPRINKLED WITH SOME WIND BLOWN SAND . IT WOBBLED IN THE BREEZE LIKE MOTAR JELLY. ONE OF THEIR BEACH CLEAN ITEMS WAS A PINK FRISBEE; THROW AWAY PLASTIC IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. |
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| BEACH BUOY STOOD FACING THE SEA; ASSESSING THE DENSENESS OF THE FOG. TO HIS LEFT THE HEADLAND AND MARINA HAD GONE. TO HIS RIGHT, SALTBURN, THE WIND TURBINES AND EVEN NORTH GARE PIER HAD BEEN CLAIMED BY THE FOG. A JOGGER APPEARED FROM THE DUNES AND DISTURBED THE RESTING GULLS THAT HAD GATHERED NEAR TO THE STRAND LINE. BEACH BUOY HEADED BACK. |
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| WALK DONE THE FINDS WERE WASHED AND PHOTOGRAPHED... BEACH BUOY |
