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| It was a two dog day. Work done and dusted, so off to the beach they went. They reached the car park at 4-35pm. A drinks can rolled in the car park breeze, Beach Buoy scooped it up and placed it into the nearby bin. They headed to the beach and the sea beyond. The breeze was strong enough to shift some dry sand. |
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| Once again there was a lovely light illuminating the bay. A gent with a metal detector wandered up near the strand line. His female companion wandered behind. |
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| A monochrome clad jogger headed south in complete comparison to the normal bright attire usually worn by the sporty with the odd lumberjack costume thrown in to the mix. The jogger paused, faced the sea, ran sideways whilst throwing punches at the horizon. He then turned 180 degrees and picked a fight with the dunes;BIFF! THWACK! BAM! ZOK! KAPOW! Next salute he was walking with his hands on his head like a captured soldier, before making a run for it once again. |
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| The shingle truck had made a delivery or two. |
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| There was more shingle scattered in and around the grey rocks. They walked as far as the Pier then had a sit and think. The Skylark whistled a tune called Spring into Summer. Out at sea the serpent basked in the late afternoon sun. He must have finally found a supplier of waterproof sun cream, in extra large tubs? |
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| As he walked Beach Buoy placed his beach-clean items into his canvas beach bag. They headed back. The beach was very quiet. A lone Oyster Catcher stood at the water's edge. From a distance the slightly plump bird resembled a 1970's plastic football; the ones that would never ever go in a straight line when kicked. |
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| Heading back north. The beach would become busier. Dogs, their Owners and excited children took the beach baton. |
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| Stubborn Dog helps with blog... in his dreams BEACH BUOY. |
