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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog set out for the Beach sometime after 7 p.m. As they drove the short distance, Beach Buoy noticed the Sun hanging in the Sky; the colour of a perfect egg yoke. Beach Buoy arrived in the Car park at 7-14 p.m. As he did a Police Van drove off. Beach Buoy could almost hear the Police message, "Call off the search, he has turned up!." The tide was around 33% out, it was a mild but basically dull evening despite the fried egg's efforts. There were three, dog-less couples randomly scattered on the Beach. There wasn't many finds. There was lots of broken large shells fooling Beach Buoy in to thinking it was Sea Pottery, only realising his error once he had picked up the pieces and turned them over. Beach Buoy was weary, the two walked slowly to the Grey Rocks. They didn't stop for a sit and think because Beach Buoy was so tired it would evolve into be a sit and sleep. |
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| They ambled back. The Sea wasn't rough but the waves were slapping down like they were playing an over enthusiastic game of snap. Once they had broke the waves would scatter a foamy frothing whiteness up on the Beach. The foam would bubble, It reminded Beach Buoy of when Cola is poured too quickly into a glass. BEACH BUOY. |
