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| 6-24 pm. It was Sunny with a nice breeze from the west. It was sunny until Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the water's edge. A Black cloud in the shape of a Rhino hid the sun. |
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| They headed south as tiny toy town waves broke onto the shore. The sea was calm but the whole surface was rippled with the breeze. |
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| They walked as far as the grey rocks and had a sit and think. Terns squeaking like rusty garden gate hinges flew around the bay. It was a very pleasant night. They headed back. Stubborn Dog took great interest in a large rock. It was fairly obvious that other dogs had done the same. It looked like he was trying to find a name in a telephone directory but had mis-placed his reading glasses. They passed a dead Guillemot spread-eagled (Spread-Guillemoted.) on the sand. Its spirit had flown; its costume lay on the sand, recalling flights gone by. The breeze carried sounds from the west across the dunes; cows from the fields and golfers from the course; both bull. BEACH BUOY. |
