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| 7-20am. there was a nice wind from the North. The tide was well out. Lumpy grey clouds hung over the Village and more hung over the wedge of light on the horizon that sloped to the South. The 7 am club were in the distance towards the pier. To the north some other clouds took the the form of sailing ship sails and hurried along in the fresh wind. The wedge of light became a block as the lumpy clouds went south into the gloom. Meanwhile back north, The Headland shined like the gem it is in the early morning sunlight. |
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| They headed south in the sunshine. The 7 am club were on their way back. Mari the poodle bounded over. She was soaking. She leaned against Beach Buoy for a neck scratch, went , then came back for seconds. Beach Buoy's jeans were soaked now like he had been in for a paddle. He didn't mind one bit. |
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| To be read aloud in the voice of Chico Marx.. "Ice Cream, you scream, we all a scream." |
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| A cloud man shouted at the sea as a Jogger ran the beach i zig zag pattern.He was followed by another who alternated between running for wards and backwards. The second Jogger later did the Ministry of Funny Walks sketch for an audience of seabirds, plus Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog of course. |
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| Beach Buoy headed back and picked uptake remnants of an earlier kids picnic and placed it in a promenade bin. BEACH BUOY. |
