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| It was 6-15 pm. It was mild. It was so mild that the "Piece to camera." Country-file coat was left in the van; hanging on the rear of the passenger seat..... There will be no interviews tonight! Beach Buoy and two dogs set off. |
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| The Beach had the feel of a summer's day about it. The Sun was bright and warm . Out in the Bay, windows on the small fishing boat's cabin reflected the Sun's light as it rolled gently on the sea's surface, out in the Bay. The Sea sparkled as though someone had sprinkled the last of the summer's sparkle into the Bay. |
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| The three walked Southwards. A driftwood finger pointed to land. |
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| They found a bullet. They went as far as the Grey Rocks, then sat for sit and think. Two fishermen approached from the South, with arms full of tripods and rods . No doubt, Their heads were full of hope and expectation. |
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| They headed back. Twelve minutes to Sunset and twenty minutes high tide. The driftwood arm with the pointy finger had made it ashore safely. |
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| Silhouettes on the foreshore. |
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| Beach Buoy stood and watched the sky change colour |
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| The sea changed colour too! The clouds blushed Pink as it watched the Sun get ready for bed; their embarrassment reflected upon the Sea. BEACH BUOY. |
