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| 5-15pm. (Beach Buoy paid to park...again!)😮😮😮 Two Dogs. WWW. (Warm Westerly Wind.) Down by the water's edge, Small Terns took turns to chatter above the sound of the North Sea as it rolled out onto the beach. A man with a well behaved puppy and a baseball cap walked down towards the call of the Terns. |
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| Sands shifted and waves waved and Beach Buoy waved back. (He really did.) Beach Buoy thought about life and stuff. The wind was strong. Birds flew by at breakneck speed without breaking their necks. Beach Buoy stood and faced the sea. He let the wind blow. He could smell the shampoo that had just washed his hair with, carried through the air. |
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| Down at the Grey Rocks dog's paw prints spelt out FUN in the wet sand, not in English but in the semi circles it created in the sand as it fetched the ball and returned to its owner for more... |
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| The clouds threatened and it did spit and spot. Beach Buoy caught up with a piece of what he thought was uncatchable plastic as it summersaulted towards the sea. It was the plastic that hold drinks cans together in packs of for or six. It became part of his beach clean. Beach Buoy. |
