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| Saturday. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park at 6-40am. That classed as sleep in, as the light early mornings had been tempting them out much earlier recently. As Beach Buoy sat with the side door of the van open, a cyclist free wheeled to the end of the promenade, turned and started to pedal back to the north. 6-44am. Beach Buoy stepped over the low wall to the dunes as an ex- workmate returned to the car park. "Morning." said both. Kept walking; did both. The beach scene was basically a grey sandwich of sea and sky with a zesty lemon horizon thrown into the mix for contrast. |
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| Every now and then the sun would try to break through and turn the grey sea, a mirrored silver. Beach Buoy was doing his beach clean as he went . A bottle caught his eye and he placed it in his bag. The bottle was THATCHERS GOLD a cider. It reminded Beach Buoy of that Prime Minister on a grey May day ...---... Mayday Mayday and the ship called Great Britain ; sank. As Beach Buoy approached the grey rocks a couple appeared from the south; struggling. The man (Not Shaggy or Freddy.) walked a large Scooby Doo type dog and also carried a large heavy box with fishing rods attached. A Lady followed laden down with buckets and bags. It looked like she had recently won a supermarket trolley dash, but the trolley or a lift home were not included in the prize? Beach Buoy presumed that they would be fishing at the grey rocks. Beach Buoy walked on a while to give them fishing space and sat down midway along the grey rocks on the dune edge to sit and think. He looked across to the north. The couple and Scooby had continued north. They were obviously having a bit of a problem. Starting and stopping. Stopping and starting. Beach Buoy cut short his sit and think and decided to see if he could catch up and help. The Skylark bade them a melodic farewell as they left. You never know, maybe they have a Scooby snack to spare. Or they could do a deal, they walk Stubborn Dog and Beach Buoy would carry all of the bags. As Beach Buoy headed north on a mission, the 7 am club passed. Mari and now new regular (Cloud Dog.) came over for a fuss. Mari's owner said "It must be the after shave!" Beach Buoy caught up with the tiring couple. "Can I help?" The man said, "No Mate ya alright, I think we brought too much beer." The lady (Daphne.) was stood with buckets and bags by her side, hands on hips. Slightly out of breath, she said "Thank You." Her body language was screaming "HELP!." Beach Buoy headed back to the Mystery Machine and headed off. He'd have gotten away with it too if it hadn't been for those pesky kids. BEACH BUOY. |
