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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 6-53 am. There was a Fresh Breeze from the West. A Mother and Daughter were already leaving the Beach with their Dog via the Ramp. The younger of the two had her jumper neck pulled up to her eyes; the breeze a little too fresh for her? Out in the Dog Ban Zone, three Walkers and their Dogs took took no notice and wandered along the water's edge; walking North. On the Horizon three ships looked as if they were lined up and graded by size, for all the world looking like a shipping version of a Russian Doll; one easily fitting neatly into the next. The Sun became brighter as the walk progressed. As they headed South The Sun was warming Beach Buoy's Left Cheek and the Breeze from the West was cooling the Right. He noticed the tracks in the sand of earlier visitors. Tell tale prints of a Dog running after a ball and returning back in a circular direction to it's owner with the ball. He recognised the pattern of Circles because many years ago he had a Black Dog called Duke; she would do the same. ( Duke? / She?) ...it's a long story. He could see the skid marks where the Dog had made it's move for the Bouncing Ball.... ( Beach Buoy pictured a Scooby Doo type skid as the Dog went running beyond an Exit with a Phantom in Hot Pursuit, then braking as he realised his mistake, trying to make good his escape.) Then Beach Buoy went into Sherlock Holmes mode. He noticed a regular prod mark of a walking stick in the Damp Sand alongside of what obviously was the Dog Owner's footprints. Beach Buoy compared his size Ten Boots against the prints. If they were a Man's they were around size 8 and he was holding the walking stick in his left hand, possibly to throw the ball with his stronger Right Hand?... "Elementary my dear Stubborn Dog." Beach Buoy thought to himself. |
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| Beach Buoy looked at number of shingle Patches for finds. There were some pieces of glass; not keepers. He also found a Fossil.. Shown Above. They headed in the Direction of the Grey Rocks near the South End of the Beach. They walked through some rippled Sand , the little Dog Padding his way through the Shallow Water caught in the Ripples. A Lone Oyster Catcher walked the Beach and continued to do so even when Beach Buoy and Stubborn turned up it did quicken it's pace and ran off like a clockwork toy. |
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| Beach Buoy usually makes notes in his BEACH BUOY'S BOOOK for BEACH BLOG on the move in his own form of shorthand notes. and scribbles Today he rested on one of the WW2 concrete blocks to add to today's thoughts. His mate sheltered against the side of the chosen block. Beach Buoy wasn't sure what his was sheltering from but it looked cosy. Beach Buoy watched as a Man and a Wirey Terrier approached and continued on over the North Gare Pier via the Vomit of Concrete that spilled down the Southern Side. He made some more notes in BBBB and sat to contemplate life. He also sat counting Sand Martins as they swooped and dived. How long will they Stay? Everyone flies away in the End... |
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| He headed back, the Sun became even more brighter and warmer. The Wirey Dog Man came back and overtook Beach Buoy. He had two Wirey Dogs now; so either there is some one with a Wirey Dog Stall over at the Blue Lagoon? or...... Our beach Sherlock Holmes gets 3 out 10 for observation. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the Car Park. He watered the Dog once in the Car Park and sat and watched as a man in Black strutted to the end of the prom whilst talking on his mobile phone. The end of the call seemed to coincide with the end of the prom. The man sat on the most Northerly Bench and looked at his mobile phone for a while. Eventually Johnnie Cash was up and jogging North whilst holding his phone in the air taking selfies. BEACH BUOY. |
