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| 6-30 pm It was Sunny. It rained as and when it wanted to. As Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog hit the beach , two Horses had just left the beach and were clip-clopping into their horse-box. They had left the beach smelling like a farmyard. They headed south. There was a wind from the north west and from the farmyard.....it was becoming stronger and slightly colder as the walk progressed. It was also blowing a black cloud in their direction. A lonely looking lady looked for shells, sea glass or perhaps conversation? |
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| The Sea was calm. It lapped the shore as a lake would do. The water was very clear. Beach Buoy could see tumbles of unsure sea coal rolling in and out, undecided where to go. Down at the Grey Rocks, Beach Buoy saw what looked like a Little Tern... two young birds were waiting for it to arrive back with supper. On the way back Stubborn Dog went on strike and it was carry time. Beach Buoy carried the dog as if he were a baby. The dog loved it. His head hung over watching the world go by. His big back feet up in the air. They looked more like rabbits feet. To be more precise they looked even more like Cartoon Rabbit feet. Thumper! They rested up against the promenade wall.. ( Well.. Beach Buoy did.) Beach Buoy must have looked like some sort of expert? There he was making notes whilst wearing his " Piece to camera Country-file jacket." A lady came up and enquired about the cones on the beach. Beach Buoy told her the story of the Little Terns as though he was some kind of expert. He really should have finished with... " And now we go to Scotland, where Susan has been looking at a new take on sheep farming, up in the Highlands." BEACH BUOY. |
