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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park at 5-43am. There was one car in the car park and it was clear that it had been there all night long. |
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| They reached the water's edge. It wasn't 6am yet but the sun's warmth could be felt. As the waves broke onto the shore , the white foam cast a shadow on the sand; Beach Buoy loved that. The waves were breaking a little out from the beach too, if they had been three or four times bigger they would have perfect for surfing. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked as far as the grey rocks; the tide was up at that end of the beach. They sat down just opposite the Sea Serpent, resting on the dune edge. Stubborn Dog curled up in the sand at Beach Buoy's feet. The sun warmed their faces. They had been here before, done this before, but if this was groundhog day then it was the best groundhog day of all. They sat. They thought, As ships left port. Stubborn Dog fell asleep. Beach Buoy thought it was the perfect spot for a cuppa. Maybe bring a flask tomorrow. Beach Buoy was sitting with one eye shut and the other squinted in the bright sunlight as he looked out to sea. Stubborn Dog stirred (Had he brought a cuppa?).. No. He stirred from his nap and ... stared. It was the 7 (6) am club. Beach Buoy stood up to avoid a face full of poodle as Mari bounded cross. Scratch done and she was gone. Beach Buoy sat back down. Three small dogs from the club appeared including little cloud dog from yesterday. They were a right mixture, like a dog version of the bash street kids lined up for assembly. Only the little Cloud Dog was brave enough to come over. She clambered over Beach Buoy's outstretched legs and wagged and wagged. Cloud Dog got a cuddle for its bravery then all three were off. Cloud Dog only had little legs and it stumbled and almost fell as it ran, Beach Buoy laughed out loud followed by a Awwwww. With the dogs back in the pack the 7 (6) am club headed back north. In time Beach Buoy and stubborn dog did the same. A council tractor approached. It was towing a Barbor Surf Rake; a machine that smoothed the sand on tourist end of the beach and cleared rocks from that part of the beach. The rocks and stones were dumped down by the grey rocks. A man up ahead squatted down and took a photograph of something on the beach. Did he have a blog too? Beach Buoy wandered back the van thinking how good it was that people had an outlet for their photographs, their thoughts and writing. Was it just a form of vanity publishing? Did it matter? Maybe not as long as ... someone somewhere got something from it. BEACH BUOY. |
