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| A worn out Beach Buoy had gone to bed at 5pm. He slept until 7pm. By 8pm it was beach time. The car park was still very busy. A lot of end of day scenes were taking place. Dog walks over. The father with two toddlers in tow and a kite still flying its way back to the car. Kids wrapped in towels after a long wet walk from the low tide Sea. |
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| It had been a hot day. The Sun had misted over a little and it now gave out a milky, paler glow of light |
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| A lone fisherman caused Beach Buoy some concern. He was stood on a now submerged sand bank, surrounded by the in-coming sea! His bag was at the water's edge. Beach Buoy would continue to North Gare Pier and check on him on the way back. The Skylarks sang over the Grey Rocks as Beach Buoy continued South. Two Kids were down by the Pier having a sit and think. He headed back to the lone fisherman.. "Are you ok?" Beach Buoy asked as he put his thumbs up. The fisherman turned. "Are you alright?".. thumbs up again. The fisherman reeled in his rod and waded his way back to shore. They chatted. All was good but maybe best to check. A unfortunate body had been found on the beach earlier in the week. |
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| An elderly couple walked the water's edge. A not so elderly couple of joggers headed south with their hoods up. |
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| The clouds were stunning. |
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| Meanwhile back at the van. Drink for Dog... done Change out of beach boots...done head off into the sunset........ one day BEACH BUOY. |
