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| Beach Buoy was woken by the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window like a movie on a screen. It was 5am. Beach Buoy had gone to bed very late; too late. He was up! By the time he found both mo and jo it was 5-25 am at the car park. The Sun had hidden behind a wall of Fog. The Clock Tower was hidden from view when stood in the water treatment car park. Beach Buoy looked over the promenade wall, all seemed well with the little terns. He could hear them in the fog, but couldn't see them. Beach Buoy walked down the ramp to the beach. He had walked a minute or two then thought "Did I lock the van?" He headed back to the van. Stubborn Dog went into mega stubborn mode thinking that he had been given the shortest beach walk ever. They walked and dragged their way to be in sight of the van. Beach Buoy pointed the key in the direction of the van and tried the remote.....nothing. Then he remembered an old Top Gear Show. He pointed the key at his head and FLASH FLASH the van was locked. Back to the Beach. There was a pale glow in the sky where the Sun should be. |
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| As they headed south the fog began to clear. Waves rolled in gently but every now and then a couple of waves would come and Slam Dunk the beach. |
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| The sun was trying its best. |
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| The Beach was a game of two halves... To the South now, a hint of blue sky and a brightness that was welcome. |
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| To the North it was still Foggy. A wall of Fog seemed to be heading along to the town and the headland. |
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| Within twenty minutes or so the fog had cleared the village. |
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| Beach Buoy found a comfy bum shaped rock to have a sit and think on. He was directly opposite the Sea Serpent and its marker. Beach Buoy yawned loudly. For a moment the world stood still. In his haste to go to the beach, he had grabbed the damp coat from last nights walk. The Sun was out fully now, it dried his coat and warmed his fat face. A ship came out of Port. The crew must have been glad the Fog had cleared even with all of today's technology to assist them. The comfy bum shaped rock became a spike. Beach Buoy stood up. They started a slow walk back. Cars could be seen now along the front. Beach Buoy wondered how many seaside resorts were waking up right now? Chairs being placed outside cafes. Full fat Sunday Newspapers weighing down the newsagents shelves. |
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| The tide was going out. |
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| They headed on north. The beach was still deserted. The Skylark sang as the wind picked up, carrying its song out to the Mermaids as they brushed their wavy locks of seaweed tangled hair. Beach Buoy went to the van to grab the binoculars. He rested on the promenade wall to look at the little Terns. It was just after 7am The 7 am club arrived. They had come via the promenade to steer clear of the nest site. Mari the poodle stood on her back legs to say hello to Beach Buoy. They chatted a short while and one of the group left some treats for Stubborn Dog. Beach Buoy returned to the promenade later in the day. One of the bird's minders informed that there were around 30 nesting pairs. Some Ringed Plovers too. He said they had been caught out as they were ready for the Terns at Crimson but they didn't come . It is thought some came to Seaton Carew and some of the colony had gone up the coast to the Long Nanny site. The-long-nanny-little-tern-site BEACH BUOY. |
