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| Beach Buoy and two dogs arrived at 3-55pm. After a faff at the van, the church bells were ringing for Four, as their feet hit the sand. It was a muggy afternoon with a breeze from the west. The tide was coming in. Horse hoof prints led from the in-coming sea onto the beach as if a mythical creature; a different type of seahorse had chosen Seaton Carew to come ashore. Nay lad! |
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| Leaving or coming? Start or end of a journey? No, just tracks from the council tractor. Beach Buoy likes them.... Infinity........ Down by the grey rocks the wind picked up in strength The two dogs decided to use Beach Buoy as a maypole (in June.) as they play fought around Beach Buoy's legs on their leads. Beach Buoy was weary tonight. He was feeling old. It felt like he had parked the van at Seaham and not Seaton Carew... The Skylark did say hello but the Sand Martins were keeping a low profile. |
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| It was the slowest of slow walks back on a quiet beach. Beach Buoy. |
