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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at the almost empty car park at 6-35 am. Two cars were already there.. Short short man's and Collie Couples Land Rover. Beach Buoy changed into Beach Boots as a cyclist dismounted and leaned on the promenade wall to see the sea. The wind of yesterday had calmed to a breeze but it was still as cold. They headed for the beach under the watchful eye of a large seagull that was sat on top of a promenade lamp post.The council cleaner truck went along the prom with orange light flashing in the grey morning as it visited each bin spaced along its length. They headed for the water's edge... |
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| Item one for beach clean.. not a newspaper but part of an old T shirt? What a state ! Maybe they had dumped the T shirt when they had purchased a New Jersey. Bottles, blue sponge balls and those rings of plastic that hold drinks cans together were also collected. They meandered back to the strand line. A dead Guillemot laid twisted and cold, its bones will become sand one day and later it will have Beach Buoy's ashes for company. Starlings occupied the dunes. There was a lack of seabirds this morning... so far. Back to the north the elderly lady with a long haired version of Stubborn Dog walked the beach in her 1970's bathroom coat (Pale Blue.) The 7 am club followed. Six or seven strong today they stretched from sea to dune like an uneven sea-worn groyne. Sorrow the Magpie hopped the dune edge as an angry Crow (They all sound angry.) chased the flock of Starlings, like an old man chasing kids form his garden. |
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| There wasn't a patch of blue sky to be seen as a grey ship came in to port on a grey sea, under a grey sky. Beach Buoy sat on a grey rock and thought. There was a slight hint of lemon as the sun almost gave away its hiding place. The waves were breaking far out at sea to a soundtrack of Skylarks on repeat. Bathroom lady had turned back at her chosen wooden marker, which ends her northward trek. The 7 am club were on their way. Beach Buoy stood up and headed a little further up the dune edge. Mari the large friendly Poodle spotted him a set off, like a heat seeking missile. Bang! She hit the target and received a neck rub for her troubles. She ran off and then back agin for more, this time raising a back leg as if trying to assist. The 7 am club headed back. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog stayed. He stretched and raised his head. One patch of blue sky was directly overhead, Makes a change from the black cloud that can often follow Beach Buoy around; if only in his mind. He stretched again and yawned; one of relaxation not boredom. He sat back down on the uncomfortable comfy rock with Stubborn Dog laid alongside. The dog watched as the 7am club became both small and faraway. small and faraway |
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| They headed back. Angled shafts of light out at sea gave a clue or two as to where the sun was hiding. From time to time the sea would try to catch Beach Buoy out as it would rush in an extra distance, possibly due to added momentum of the combination of wave movement in the bay. Then it would return to its predictable pattern... until the next time. |
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| There was sea pottery. Lots of them were just white or cream. Beach Buoy only kept the top two of these four. A man with two black dogs did an impersonation of an over zealous football referee as he blew and blew and blew his whistle. Did I mention that he blew the whistle? 😉 As they left the beach a lady in pink appeared with her dog and a very tall hat. The hat, the lady and the dog headed for the water's edge. Before long just the hat was visibly enjoying the seaside due to the steep dip in the beach levels. |
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| Is it a Bird? Is it a plane? No its ... Stubborn Dog sitting smugly on the promenade wall just after disposing of the beach clean items ..... |
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| Later that day... they noticed the above.... |
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| In the afternoon they called into Middleton... The beach had been sprinkled with sea coal. Dogs barked ... its a beach with many many memories. Beach Buoy just got bad vibes today. Barking Dogs on beach, Barking Dog as a man fixed a fence on the bank top, cabins waiting to get knocked down |
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| Middleton is dying. BEACH BUOY... |
