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| Beach Buoy woke up. He turned in bed to look at the window blind to try and judge what time it was by how much light was on show. He guessed 4-20am. He turned back and reached for this mobile phone that was on the unit beside the bed. 5-15am. He is usually good at guessing the time. No matter what the time, he knew that he wouldn't be getting back to sleep. Kettle on.... Beach Buoy was chilly so, on went the fire for a change. Stubborn Dog curled up from nose to tail like a cat would do. Beach Buoy made a hot drink and sat on the floor next to his little mate. Beach Buoy sipped the drink and watched Stubborn Dog's body rise and fall as he slept, whilst breathing deeply. Beach Buoy wondered how old Stubborn Dog was in dog years? Older than Beach Buoy? Not Quite. For now,,, Stubborn Dog seemed to sense the thoughts, he woke and looked Beach Buoy in the eye as if to say.. "Our days are numbered mate! Let's go to the beach." ... they did so. They arrived in an empty car park at 6-12 am. A Silver Estate Car followed closely behind. The Sun was partially hidden by a grey cloak of cloud but it soon broke free. |
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| A partial rainbow could be seen disappearing in the direction of Beach Buoy's back garden! Had Stubborn Dog been burying treasure? He does bury biscuits, like a cartoon dog would, then stands at the patio doors with a muddy nose and twigs and leaves in his fur, wanting to be in. The Grey Estate Car owner had walked to the water's edge with his dog and took photographs of the sun's rise. He later walked to the dunes and disappeared ... somewhere under the rainbow .. way down low. |
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| A figure appeared from North Gare Pier. It was a fisherman, with rod raised high, like the contact rod on a Dodgem car.. although not much dodging is done and maybe the name Beach Buoy is more familiar with is more apt... BUMPER CAR ! The electric supply ended suddenly, the fisherman stopped and looked at the sea. Here would do. Beach Buoy continued south following the footsteps and tyre marks left by a person pushing a bicycle. A second set of similar tracks were nearby.. The walking Cyclist had been and gone. |
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| The sun was out to the south but there was a dark sky to the north. a few spots of rain fell on Beach Buoy's face but that was it, for this walk at least. |
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| The shipwreck down by the North Gare Pier was ready for another launch. Stubborn Dog had forgotten the Champagne, but he christened it by other means..... |
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| Sea Pottery find... A BIT OF A DO. |
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| The 7 am club arrived down near the grey rocks. Mari the big friendly poodle just popped over for a quick hello this morning |
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| Sea glass and bobbly gloves... It was a very slow walk back. Two Skylarks sang above the dunes, each trying to be the loudest and sweetest as if in competition with each other? The Eggs factor? BEACH BUOY |
