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| Beach Buoy hit the Beach at 7-45 a.m. with Stubborn Dog in tow and when I say in tow it's exactly what I mean! It was a Damp Air Day. The Sun was rising above The River Tees. |
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| It was a glorious day. the 7 a.m. club appeared in the distance like a line of clued up gunslingers heading for a showdown with the Sun at their backs. The Gang's Large Poodle broke ranks to say hello and get her neck scratch. |
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| The Sun Glowed and Over-flowed, the contents spilt all along the length of the Beach. Beach Buoy stopped to chat to an Elderly Lady with a Stubborn type Dog. She had a lovely long coat; the Dog, not the Lady. The Rising Sun pulled Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog South, like a Magnet. Grizzly Bear size paw prints headed North! Beach Buoy quickly glanced behind. He turned back South to the Glare of the Sun; mid- November and there was Beach Buoy reaching for his Sunglasses. |
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| There wasn't much cloud around. Over by the Dunes there were some that looked as though someone had edged them in faintly; like an Artist might do? |
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| What did looks like a couple in the Sunlight turned out to be....possibly the luckiest fisherman in the world and a tripod for his two rods. He was a big man; the type that would maybe have a Grizzly bear for a pet. ( Another Glance Behind.) |
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| Beach Buoy headed back; his long, thin shadow on the Beach ahead, pointing the way North like a Compass Point..... Oy! OK! A Short, Chubby Compass point! No matter what shape or size of the Shadow, up above , fingers of cloud pointed the way to the Sea. |
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| Rescue? |
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| Later that Day Beach Buoy returned to the Beach.. His Lordship; aka Stubborn Dog had to be carried from the Van, down to the Beach. |
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| A Beach Walk turned into a Prom walk; a chance to think. |
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| Story of my life! Beach Buoy headed to the Van as the Moon replaced the Sun over The River Tees. BEACH BUOY..... |
