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| It had been a hot sunny day... until the working day was done... The blue sky and Simpson white clouds turned grey. The wind blew. Rain fell and hail paid a visit. Beach Buoy needed some van time. He made tea and drove to the sea front to eat tea and let the weather make its mind up as to what it wanted to do for the rest of the evening. It was around 6-30 pm. Beach Buoy listened to Radio Two on the white radio that he bought to go with the van. The bad weather moved out to sea. The evening became brighter and brighter. |
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| 7-15pm Beach time. As he left the van in the car park a trucker stopping in the car park for the night walked to the rubbish bin and stashed his fish and chips packaging inside. He returned to his truck for his cup and walked to promenade wall to have his cuppa with a view. As Beach Buoy walked to the water's edge he could see a man with a guitar heading north with guitar. He may have been playing the instrument ? Beach Buoy couldn't hear it for the sound of the sea. The music man walked into the distance with his guitar case on his back. Off in the distance there was a group of people. Beach Buoy would later discover that they were doing a beach clean. |
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| It felt like a different season when compared with an hour earlier. The weather had made a good decision |
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| The sea had changed from tempest green to calm blue. A lady; a stranger to the beach scene talked loudly into her phone, arguing as she went by. It just felt like she had come to the beach to have a good shouting match in relative privacy! (She mentioned a seatbelt.) shhh |
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| Beach Buoy left the grey rocks to the litter pickers and had a very slow walk back. |
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| The light was fanatic. The reflections looked smashing. |
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| The sea filled up a gulley as it came in. They continued on to the van. Beach Buoy sat in the van for a few while. A Jogger chased his shadow south along the promenade, not long afterwards the shadow was chasing the jogger back to the north. |
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| Beach Buoy drove down towards Newburn Bridge and made a cuppa and sat and thought as a lobster cloud played ball above a sausage dog that was diving into the water Beach Buoy. |
