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| It was 6-20 pm Beach Buoy sat in the van with the side door open as he changed into his Beach Boots. Stubborn Dog was alongside laid in his van bed, sniffing the air. A grey sea was calling from behind the promenade wall with a roar and a rumble. They headed to the beach...or tried to.... Stubborn Dog slammed the brakes on ... A waterworks event? .......feeling sick? The dog looked Beach Buoy in the eye. The dog paused (Surprise surprise!) It then did a twisting shake from nose to tail. They finally headed south, into a strong headwind. Stubborn Dog was being a ton weight. Beach Buoy ended up with both hands behind his back and pulled the lead with both hands as you would an iron foundry handcart with a T-shaped handle. Beach Buoy wondered if he should have a sign made for Stubborn Dog's rear end "ON TOW" |
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| Not many seabirds were in flight. Most Easygull flights had been grounded due to the wind. The birds sat facing the breeze down by the water's edge. A black and red ship left the Tees and headed out to sea. It faded to grey as it merged with the distant horizon. |
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| They had a sit and think down on the grey rocks as a blue and white ship left the Tees. |
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| They headed back. A jogger passed. He had an odd running styles as if he was being worked by a puppet master. |
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| Back in his van bed..... BEACH BUOY. |
