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| It had been too hot. It was 8-06 pm. The Car Park was very busy and cars had overflowed onto the old crazy golf and putting green site. The summer long fair must have left the barrier open? The Sun had been hidden by cloud and it was ever so muggy. Beach Buoy headed for the beach. It was a mass of footprints, it looked like a sheet of planished gold. |
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| The sun returned. Beach Buoy had been down the water's edge with his beach pal; Stubborn Dog. Lazy day trippers had left a mess, cans and bottles scattered around. Beach Buoy picked up what he could. It was so warm, it was just Jeans and T- shirt tonight for Beach Buoy. Shorts? what are those? There was a fresh breeze off the Sea. Gulls seemed to be enjoying an up draught ? They circled high up in the sky, like vultures waiting for another little dropping day tripper to bite the dust (sand.) An abandoned Beach Ball rolled down the slope of the beach. It reached the sea and defied gravity and rolled back up the slope as if it had found the water too cold and not to its liking and ran to find a towel. Perhaps a breeze helped it return to its starting point? |
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| They passed a couple with a greyhound who had a Basketball. He may have been quick around the court but was rubbish at the bouncing of the ball. He was also not that good at stopping the ball rolling down the same slope that had momentarily claimed the Beach Ball. Its owner had wet feet from retrieving it from the sea on more than one occasion. There was a rumble like thunder but it was more likely to be some of riverside industry venting off? |
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| They headed to the dunes to avoid a group of six dogs, all off their leads. The roar of the sea and the rumble of the industry became muffled by the sandy banks of the dunes. Eventually they cut back onto the beach through a gap in the dunes created by a Storm Surge a good while back. A barefoot couple walked the water's edge with two dogs. One Large and one small. (The dogs, not the people.) The larger dog must have bought a treasure map from up on The Front as it was digging for gold at every opportunity. A piece of driftwood distracted him and he was off with it as though it was indeed made of gold and jewels. "Mine all mine!" he seemed to say as he trotted off triumphantly. |
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| A man sat up in the dunes with his dog watching the Sun lower both in the sky and in temperature. |
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| For a while the sky was gold then finally the Sun seemed to turn red with embarrassment at all of the trouble it had caused today. It finally went behind a cloud as if to hide its blushes. Peeking now and then to see if anyone was looking. They headed back to the van. There was a can of non-alcoholic beer in the van's fridge with Beach Buoy's name on it. He had changed his name, it was now Budweiser for the night. This can would be recycled. BEACH BUOY. |
