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| It was just after 7 am Beach Buoy had been up since 4am; He was Dogless. The Dog wouldn't rise for the Morning's walk. A Fisherman hit the Beach just before Beach Buoy. Beach Buoy followed the fisherman's footsteps that had penetrated the rain marked sand. |
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| The fisherman set up on the Water's edge as Beach Buoy searched the Strand line. An Old Man..errr hang on a bit!... A man of around Beach Buoy's age came into view walking parallel to the strand line suddenly took a sharp right to the Dunes. It was as if he had remembered that's where the keys were left. There was a Pale light hanging over the Bay...... |
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| The Sun was trying to break through and when it did there was sudden warmth. He carried on to the North Gare. He had the sound of Seagulls to his left and the rested Skylark to the right. It reminded him of the early Beatle albums where you put the speaker balance all to one side and you would got a lone vocal and a Bass Guitar or perhaps Harmony together with some drums? When he arrived at The Gare, about a Dozen Sand Martins put on an aerial display. |
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| A typical Balloon find; entangled in Sea weed. |
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| #2minutebeachclean Beach Buoy. |
