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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog pulled up to a halt in the Beach Car Park at 6-43 am. He changed into his beach boots. The council car park rubbish sucker upper drove around in ever decreasing rectangles as it collected yesterday's trash left by another type of trash! By 6-50am they were 15 steps away from the sea. The sky was full of kisses; aeroplane vapour trails from long gone flights whose routes had criss-crossed the sky. There was little or no wind so they just hung in the sky, telling tales. The sea was calm. The tide was around one quarter of the way out. |
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| The looonngggg weekend's great weather continued. So once again it was clear sky with a milky light. It could have been a groundhog day type of situation, but it was Sunday today; wasn't it ? Then again Beach Buoy couldn't play the piano yesterday. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog hugged the water's edge and headed south. The short short man headed north. He wasn't particularly short. It's just that his shorts were short shorts. They wouldn't have looked out of place on a 1980's football pitch. They passed in silence on the narrowness allowed by the available beach, like meditating monks walking the cloisters of a Cathedral. Beach Buoy looked back... "Yup those shorts are short."It was then that he spotted the 7 am club on the north end of the beach. He turned and continued his southern trek; sea sounds on the left, Skylark to the right.... |
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| Up ahead an Island was in the making, thanks to the wave action; it was an Island of shingle, |
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| The waves had also cut deep grooves into the soft sand. They looked like miniature cliffs and made Beach Buoy feel a little like Gulliver on his travels. ( Beach Buoy had often thought one day that he would write a book called Gullible's Travels.... he had been gullible a few times.) |
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| An arc of grey rocks brought the beach walk north to an end. |
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Stubborn Dog sniffed the air. Beach Buoy had a sit and a think and watched the Sea Serpent roll out at sea, near to his marker. A Lone Canada Goose came from the dunes and headed out to sea before banking to the north, audibly letting all in earshot the route of its flightpath. Stubborn Dog's sniffing became more intense as the 7 am club approached. The little dog stood up and shook from nose to tail. Beach Buoy soaked up the scene for a moment or two more, he then stood up and headed north a little to let the 7 am club have the end of the beach for themselves. Mari the big friendly poodle appeared on the scene first. 1. Neck Scratch. (TICK.) 2. Ear rub. (TICK.) 3. Shoulder rub. (TICK.) Refreshed; the dog ran off. A greeting of "Morning." were exchanged. Beach Buoy walked a while and sat down on the edge of the dunes, on a natural step made by the sea. Stubborn Dog stayed on the beach aka bottom bunk. As the 7 am club headed back, Mari the poodle spotted Beach Buoy. She ran up and sat next to him. She was taller sat down than Beach Buoy was. They sat there looking like a couple of old mates, putting the world to rights, shooting the breeze or chewing the fat. Then she was gone... |
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| Beach Buoy had another think and listened to the Skylark. They eventually headed back. |
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| "Not all blues are bad." thought Beach Buoy. Then a camera shy Seal popped up and left..... An old man with two dogs walked the dune edge then slowly disappeared up into the dunes. It looked like an ending to a sad film. Beach Buoy could picture BIG letters rising from the beach. THE END. (based on a true story.) |
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| Stubborn Dog sniffed at a piece of driftwood. He left his interpretation of the find by the medium of stubborn draglines. (Trademark.) Beach Clean items were binned. |
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| At 1 -07 pm .... it was Seaham Hall beach. |
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| The hole is whole .. for now. Beach Buoy thought the name BUFFALO ROCK was an apt name for its present state |
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| They went as far as the stack and headed back. BEACH BUOY. |
