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| It was mild and it was muggy. 6-30 pm the time. The village Church bells rang. As Beach Buoy was parking the van, cars were being emptied of their colourful owners; a keep fit get together was about to start. The group chatted and giggled as more and more joined the throng. In the end they were louder than their clothing. Beach Buoy went to the beach. It was good to see that people were staying away from the Little Tern nesting site. Two Horses and riders walked the water's edge. It wasn't far off high tide so the beach was fairly narrow. Beach Buoy headed south and watched as two ships swapped places ; one heading for sea and the other bound for Port. He glanced back to see the keep fit group strung across the beach, evenly spaced like a Police search team (In every shade of high visibility clothing ) looking for the murder weapon!...... They were heading his way. Beach Buoy walked on ...... he checked back. They had all legged it in the opposite direction. Did someone shout "Coffee and Doughnuts?" He walked to the grey rocks and turned 180 degrees. The sea was calm. The air was calm. So far along he could see the keep fit club (Special Branch.) running up and down the Dunes , possibly to work off those doughnuts? A bemused dog owner watched as his big daft dog ran up and down the dunes with the club. He didn't even eat a doughnut. |
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| Two new cushions for the van. BEACH BUOY. |
