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| 6-20 pm. It was Muggier than if Malcolm Muggeridge had been Mugged and someone had taken his favourite Mug only to be caught when he recognised them from a police Mug shot. Before stepping onto the Beach, Beach Buoy went to talk to two of the twitcher types that were watching over the Little Terns. He asked "How many chicks?" "About twenty." They went on to inform Beach Buoy one had flew, some were running around the nest site like Roadrunner and some eggs were still to hatch. |
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| Beach Buoy was hoping that it would be cooler down by the water's edge. It wasn't. It felt like it may thunder? |
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| Beach Buoy's #2minutebeachclean |
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| By the time they arrived back on the promenade , the thunder threat seemed to have moved out to sea, beyond the white bunting Yachts. BEACH BUOY. |
