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| 6-02 p.m. There was a fine drizzle or maybe it was just spray from the wild sea and strong wind combination? The strong wind was from the North and the sea itself was straight from November once again. Any Little Terns that had left the nest site and ventured to the South were struggling to make it back to base camp. It looked like they were hoping for number thirteen bus to do the trick? The rough sea had encroached the nesting site slightly; cones and flags no match for an angry North Sea. |
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| Down at the water's edge the sea roared. A United Nations of seabirds rummaged around looking for food. Back over the village, small puffy clouds were quickly flying south as though they had been left behind by a speeding steam train. Steam Clouds :-) At sea level those little cartoon ghosts were running along the beach in the shape of sea foam breaking up, then heading south in the strong wind, looking for a cartoon house to haunt. The same tide that had encroached on the nest site had tried to reach the dunes up at the south end of the beach. The rough sea brought unwelcome finds |
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| Taprogge Balls. |
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| After sailing the seven seas these two ended up just a step away from one another on a strand line sponsored by plastic. |
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| One of two balloons found. All of the rubbish mentioned and more was beach cleaned. Beach Buoy and the two dogs stood down by the grey rocks and looked out the stormy sea. There was a moment of panic when a large but distant piece of driftwood gave the impression the the sea serpent had been washed ashore. As if to confirm that all was ok the serpent gave a splash of its tail on the choppy sea's surface. It seemed to brighten a little as they headed back? People and dogs appeared; The German Shepard Owners Club, a couple with a dog and a couple with each other. There was a strong head wind and Stubborn Dog was in full bag of cement mode. Now it was Beach Buoy who was hoping a number thirteen Bus would come along (with all terrain tyres.) BEACH BUOY. |
