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| It was 8-11 am. A smaller than usual and also later than usual 7 am club headed South as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed to the water's edge. Recent strong winds had taken much of the top soft sand out to Sea. Beach Buoy reached the Sea and dug his hands deep into his pockets; more due to the mood rather than the chill. It was a slow walk. An elderly couple; more elderly than Beach Buoy overtook Beach Buoy on the outside lane and sped off into the distance. In time the 7 (8) am club returned in the opposite direction. Mari the big friendly Poodle came for her neck scratch and a member of the club said " She loves you!". Beach Buoy loved the fact that this Big Dog made a bee-line to see him. In a sometimes cold and hard world, the warmth shown by this Beach dog , raised a smile. |
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| The Sun hardly bothered to get out of bed; there was a glow; a distant glow but that is all. Beach Buoy reached the Grey Rocks. The tide was still in enough to halt the Beach walk at this point. He wasn't up for a Dune walk over to North Gare so he stood looking at The Sea Serpent and thinking; a thumb of each hand inside his jeans pockets and his fingers outside, like a gunslinger of days gone by just waiting to draw and fire. The Southern edge of the Beach was clear of others and for some reason as Beach Buoy headed back, he quietly started singing .. London Town by Wings. (Link below.) London Town He had bought the Album when it came out many many years ago... Maybe it was the Album cover that had come to mind? Wintery scene one side and Summer the other? Beach Buoy was struggling with the Darkness of this time of year. As he headed back, the Village Church Bells struck Nine. Off in the distance, vehicles travelled the Sea Front, their headlights on, twinkling in the gloom like determined Stars. As the walk was coming to an end, spits of rain began to fall. A lyric from the Song came to mind. "Silver Rain was falling down.".... By the time Beach Buoy reached the coziness of the Van; Silver Rain, well more of a Grey Rain to be honest, was indeed falling down. Beach Buoy sat there for a while, relaxing in the sound and smugness of the rain hitting the roof of his bucket list Van. A lonely looking man paused just in front of the van and looked out to Sea. A another man with a Bike for company headed south in the Rain. Beach Buoy fired up the Engine; Lit the Stars and drove off into the Sunset.... correction GLOOM. BEACH BUOY. |
