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| 6-45pm Beach Buoy parked up between white van man and four youths in an old car. White van man was demolishing a burger as it ventured out from its white polystyrene clam-like casing. The youths all sat in the car, whilst all looking intently at their mobile phones.. Fine Rain filled the air as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the beach and its water's edge. |
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| Lots of Seaweed had been left by the previous tides. Out in the misty bay the Wind Turbines were barely visible. There was just a hint as to their location, like the ghosts of a fading and ageing memory. |
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| An Eel was tanged up with some of the twists of seaweed. Sadly he was no more. A Dog-less but damp couple headed back from the South. Beach Buoy walked as far as the Grey Rocks; his jeans were as damp as a damp thing, thanks to the misty and drizzly evening air. It was time to head back...... Sometimes, there's no going back. BEACH BUOY. |
