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| It had been an odd night's sleep. Beach Buoy had gone up for a read at 6 pm on Saturday night and woke up at 10pm! He was up until 2am then back up at 6-20am. He went to collect the second dog aka SWEEP The wind was strong. As they headed for the beach he noticed a FOR SALE sign in a garden that looked more like a flapping flag than a board. The arrived at 7-05am. They got a "Hello." off the brown dog that once again was rushing with its owner to catch the 7 am club up. |
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| The three headed for the waters edge, as did all of the loose dry sand, whisked seawards by the strong wind. Beach Buoy watched as a seagull tried to head west into the wind, without success. It peeled south and tried again. No Joy. It swung back out to sea to join others that had decided to give west a miss just for now. |
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| It was blowy, to say the least. The wet sand looked like ice today and the chilly wind added to the effect. The waves were trying to break near to the shore but the wind seemed to be saying "Not on my watch.!" It gave an odd effect, as if invisible ropes were strewn along the sea, just offshore and were being pulled from the sea with some of the seawater following. The Sea Serpent was a two hump creature today. |
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| The 7am club appeared from the North Gare Pier. From a distance they looked like a newly appeared but sea battered groin (GROYNE). Beach buoy tied the leads of the two dogs in readiness. It was a bit of a commotion as he had feared it may have been . It was all friendly .. just a bit of a tangle as dogs popped up in all directions. There was more shelter down by the grey rocks. The wind was not a problem here so they all sat and had a think. The tide was coming back in. They stayed a good while. As they headed back, the beach was busier up ahead. Two joggers came by, heading south with a jogging dog in tow. The second of the two joggers kept slowing down, maybe wishing he had taken up walking instead? A Labrador bounced up and down at the water's edge in excitement as its owner threw and pretended to throw stones into the sea. The joggers returned, now they were travelling north, as was Beach Buoy. The more energetic jogger had the dog for company. They kept turning around and running back to the slower athlete, then heading off north again. This looked more annoying than supportive. |
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| The wind had dropped a little. As they approached the car park, Beach Buoy could hear the rumble of engines; it was motor sport day again. At the Car Park the members of the motor club had claimed a large of it as the own. Vehicles acted as barriers. Cones were laid out. A competitor jogged around the course, memorising as he went. Others walked it alone and in pairs, course maps in hand. A lady with two dogs asked beach Buoy about the parking payment... "None until April." the reply. Four colourful ladies stood ready to run. They synchronised their watches and as one, broke into a jog. (Beach Buoy would see the same group returning to the sea front over two hours later!) Another motor sport competitor with a car being towed behind his small white van came screeching into the Car park, jack- knifing as he did so. He was either showing off or just a prat or both....... BEACH BUOY. |
