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| Day off. Work tomorrow. Beach Buoy woke at 5-06 am. By 6-35 he was awake again. He tried to guess the weather and light situation through the blinds on the window. Moments later he was up and the kettle was on. It was then that the rain started. It was bouncing on the angled windows in the roof; taking directs hits. Beach Buoy made a coffee and sat by a window overlooking the back garden. The raindrops were falling differently on the vertical glass of the rear windows, more like slashes of rain. He sat and watched the raindrops work their way down the panes of glass. Some joined others and the additional weight sent them rushing downwards in a zig-zag route. It was pointless going to the beach in the downpour, it was a two dog day and they both do wet very well. So Beach Buoy just waited a while and tried to find a comfortable position for his aching leg to go. Trouble is... as soon as he was up, pre-rain he had mentioned the B word to the dogs (BEACH!) The dogs had tilted their heads and had become all excited. They watched Beach Buoy's every move and had began to realise it might not be going to happen. They had the look of disappointed toddlers. 7-21 am the rain noise decreased. Beach Buoy put down the VW van magazine that he had been browsing through. He thought... "Let's give it five minutes." Five minutes later they were off.... It was grey drive on a grey road with grey sky. Beach Buoy wore his grey coat and grey boots. The parked up and as they climbed out of the van, the rain started again. So much for "Best part of the day theory." They were there so no point turning back. So they headed down the soaked ramp that lead to the beach. |
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| They headed down to the water's edge. The joggers and dog from the other day were jogging down by the sea. Today they had two extra dogs and one extra human for company. The fitter looking one of all of them was doing the running back to the slower ones then heading back off again. |
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| Beach Buoy put two hoods up. Beach Buoy dug his hands into his pockets but this became uncomfortable as the pocket zips were annoying him so he tried to hide his hands up in the sleeves of the coat by pulling his arms up inside a little in an attempt to make his arms shorter... and the sleeves longer. The tide was around one third of the way out. Stubborn Dog was being extra stubborn in the wet weather. It wasn't intentional its just the way he is It was a two hump sea serpent day but there was steam rising from were he was ... maybe he had the central heating on? After all it was cold. |
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| Sea weed and the dogs did..... |
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| They walked as far as the grey rocks and the rain turned to sleet. They carried on to the North Gare Pier. Tons of sand had been taken but there were no finds worth noting. Beach Buoy was soaked. His"waterproof " coat was wet and had become a darker shade of grey due to the moisture it held. They started to head back. The beach was deserted apart from them. As he passed the sea serpent he noticed more steam. Making the serpent was running a nice hot bath and had the kettle boiling too? After all it was cold. Up on the distant sea front, Beach Buoy could see the car headlights work their way south; twinkling in the gloom. Two gulls flew overhead. one above the sea , the other the beach. The did that seagull call to each other and Beach Buoy joined in. The birds turned and circled above Beach Buoy as if they were having an actual conversation. |
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| There wasn't many finds. This large jar neck must have be broken recently, the break is so clean and sharp. The day brightened as they approached the van. Typical. BEACH BUOY. |
