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| Beach Buoy and one Dog arrived at 6-16 am. Four Magpies picked at a Bin in the Car Park, Beach Buoy wasn't sure if it was four for a Boy or two for Joy x 2. A Tired looking White Camper Van slumbered in a corner of the Car Park. It had been high tide an hour earlier. The Day was overcast but the weather was mild |
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| Beach Buoy headed South with his Dog on a lead as another Man headed North with his Beach buddy attached. Two large Gulls picked the Strand-line. They didn't fly off as Beach Buoy approached; maybe just thinking of Beach Buoy and his mate as fellow Beach pickers. They were. |
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| Beach Buoy walked as far as the Grey Rocks, passing a bit of a Lagoon being formed as he did so. |
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| A Shadowy Ship slipped Port into an Overcast Sea and slowly disappeared into the narrow band of light that marked the Horizon, looking like a highlighter pen mark through some important text. Beach Buoy picked the small stubborn dog up and held him as they both looked out to Sea. Seagulls sat on the water, beyond the breaking waves, they were rising and falling with the Sea's movement, looking all the World like scrunched up balls of Newspaper thrown out to Sea; Yesterday's News. |
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| Beach Buoy thought it was time to be more picky with the finds he kept, as the shed is bursting at the seams. These are some of those he left behind for others. |
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| 7-15 am saw the 7 am club on site. By 7-20 am the Large Friendly Poodle was up for it's neck rub. Beach Buoy and the Large Dog made eye contact and the Dog seemed to be saying "Hello my Mate." |
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| As the walk ended the Sun tried to break through the cloud cover as the temperature seem to instantly rise. He placed his beach clean in the Magpie's Bin. Beach Buoy had brought a Coffee in a thermal reusable cup. He sat with the Car tailgate up next to the Dog and drank his drink and thought his think. BEACH BUOY. |
