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| Beach Buoy and the Dog arrived at 7-43 pm. They had passed a wagging Pied Wagtail on the way to Beach. As they pulled up a Metal Detector Fan was slinking his "Machine" into the Boot of his Small Car. Beach Buoy headed for the strand line ; he couldn't see the Sea. A mist had turned into Fog. Compared to Saturday, tonight felt five seasons colder! The Patch of Sea coal that was spotted on previous visits had changed from a rectangle into a bold black line as if underlining the STRAND LINE. In the distance Beach Buoy could make out the shapes of a Man and Woman. She wore Red, he wore Dune. The Man was taking exaggerated steps whilst comically swinging his arms; the woman laughed. The Man stopped, turned,spun then spun again and threw rock as though it was a Discus in the Fog Olympic; he stepped out his throw. |
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| The Citrus Sun settled at the end of the Beach ... OK ! Its an Orange... and it's Foggy. Beach Buoy and his mate turned at the Gare and headed back. The Fog seemed to have become thicker and as the moisture gathered on Beach Buoy's hair, it fell like droplets of rain in front of him. The unmistakable sound of youth drifted along the Beach. In the grey distance Beach Buoy could make out four shadowy figures venturing into the Sea on a scatter of rock that had been exposed at low tide. He saw them get back to safety as the noise level increased! BEACH BUOY. |
