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| It was 6-45pm. It was bright and breezy. Horses were been loaded back into their horse boxes. A lady walked on the wall of the access ramp, she looked out of place. She jumped down onto the promenade and headed north. A car pulled up and a conversation took place between the driver and the wall walker. It was clear that she wasn't going to get in the car; her walk continued with arms folded. The car sped off. Down on the beach a man looked like he was meditating. Maybe it was just a sit and think but he had chosen an odd place to sit. The sky was so clear out at sea. |
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| There were some clouds over to the south of the bay. A Green and White Ship had sailed out of the river when they had arrived, it was already way out at sea. The wind was from the north west as they headed south. The wind carried the sound of the 7 pm church bells down the length of the beach. It was such a clear night the Green and White Ship was still visible and was fast becoming convincing evidence of a flat earth. A man approached with two black labradors off their leads. They were no trouble, they were too interested in chasing the ball. A couple with a small dog were also heading south . The little dog barked as the two soaked labradors emerged form the sea after an oceanic ball chase. Beach Buoy reached the grey rocks and turned to head back. He headed up towards the dunes to allow the couple with the small dog to continue their water's edge walk in peace. They turned around and headed back, not doing the full length of the beach. Beach Buoy wondered if they had spotted his "Piece to Camera." Country file coat and were perhaps a little camera shy? Beach Buoy was half-tempted to shout "Just a quick interview." "About the state of beaches nowadays." |
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| They followed the trail of the camera shy. The sun was in his eyes and heart. Beach Buoy and Stubborn dog left their shadows behind doing their stretching exercises in the fading sun. The sea lapped. The wind turbines turned. Distant Boy Racers raced. A jogger approached, fighting imaginary opponents as he ran. Beach Buoy turned after a moment or two, to see that the fight was over . The jogger/ boxer was looking a little dejected. Perhaps he was hoping to be interviewed for country file? |
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| A half beach brick and it was time to go. Beach Buoy. |
