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| One man. One Dog. They arrived 8-01 pm The Access ramp was busy, Giggling Girls leaving the beach. A Father taking sand from a toddler's shoes whilst telling lies that the Shop is shut now. There was a lovely refreshing Breeze off the Sea. Down on the beach a young couple made a move. The Boy couldn't be bothered to un-pop an pop-up tent. He ended up carrying it on his back in the strong draught. From a distance it looked like the girl was taking her favourite cushion for a walk. Out in the Bay the angle of a Yacht at full sail, showed just how strong the cooling wind was. Cushion Man headed up in the Dunes, like a man with a plan whilst the girl followed, just behind, looking not so sure of this "Plan." |
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| A Man walked a Collie Dog that rounded up invisible Sheep. It reminded Beach Buoy of that Summer Job he had once on a large Farm doing a Sheep Census. He didn't last long.. One , Two, Three... zzzzzz The Sun was lowering a little, anyone in the distance looked like Aliens leaving a Spacecraft. Beach Buoy didn't check if they were or were not after they had passed him. |
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| It was such a fresh night. If Beach Buoy, house had a Beach View, the windows would be wide open; filling the house with cooling fresh Sea Air. Then chilled enough to snuggle down for Bed. BEACH BUOY. |
