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| Christmas Eve found Beach Buoy at Asda and Tesco in the early hours, so it was a late Beach today. 12-23pm. The Car Park was about 25% full as the occupants walked the Beach with a "Finished Shopping" swagger. The tide was still well out but coming in. The Sun shone brightly and warmed the December Beach. Family groups all around and Dogs aplenty. |
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| One of the Dogs came splashing over towards Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog from one of the many Beach-bound pools. It was friendly enough but it's owners shouted it back. It had the same name as Stubborn Dog. No they didn't shout "Stubborn." or Dragonfly blah- de- blah whatever his posh name is... just his everyday name. The warmth was so very welcome, not just the heat but the glorious brightness. that came hand in hand with it. The Sea was so Blue; the Breaking Surf so White, so White in fact that it looked freshly painted. An equally White Lone Seagull sat just offshore, going up and down with the movement of the Sea. "Bobby" thought Beach Buoy, " He must be called Bobby?" Bobby bobbed a little more, then he took off from the water and flew towards the River. He only went as far as the Sea Serpent and landed with a splash! "Bobby by name, Bobby by nature." Beach Buoy thought. |
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| The Beach narrowed at the Grey Rocks, as the incoming tide claimed more and more of it, creating a logjam of returning Beach walkers and their Dogs. |
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| Beach Buoy looked to the Blue Sky. The clear sky showed up the aeroplanes, full of people coming home for Christmas; it was that time of year. It would be a cold night, hardly a cloud in sight to keep the Earth warm. Beach Buoy turned at the Pier and headed back North. The incoming tide was coming in to wash away the history of today's footsteps and paw prints,leaving a new Blank canvas for more stories tomorrow. As Beach Buoy headed back, the warm Sun felt lovely on his left cheek. The colour of everything was so vibrant or seemed so after the long dark days. The waves broke gently; perfect waves for surfers , just about ten times too small. Beach Buoy stood looking at the Scene, the breaking waves travelled his long shadow. It was all at Sea. He had been there himself a few times... It's a little like being up sh*t creek without a paddle, but more salty. More seagulls ahead on the Blue Sea. "All called Bobby then?" queried Beach Buoy. As the walk was coming to an end, a Jogger with a backpack on, passed heading North. It was either a Jogger or a reluctant front end of a Pantomime Camel doing a runner from a local Theatre? ''Oh no he wasn't!" A family all wearing Wellingtons splashed about in one of the Beach pools. As Beach Buoy approached the access ramp to leave the Beach a Blonde lady was halfway down the ramp on her way to the sand. She whistled as loud as three builders to call her, (at the moment) out of sight Dog. Beach Buoy visualised a Dog as big as a Shetland Pony pounding along... it was a tiny tiny Dog. Things aren't always what you expect them to be. Beach Buoy opened the side door on the van and gave Stubborn Dog a well earned drink of water. He then reached into the fridge and brought out a can of non-alcoholic beer. Well it was Christmas! He sat in the driver's seat sipping the peculiar tasting drink, watching the Promenade Conveyor Belt. Man on Bike. Lady with a Big Dog. Lady with a Small Dog. Couple with no Dog. Car Coat. Portable TV Cuddly Toy. Didn't he do well? BEACH BUOY. |
