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| They had waited until 6-08pm to go to the Beach. With hindsight it may have been better to go earlier? A daft decision that got them a soaking in the end. Then again, sometimes a soaking can do you good? It had been a canny day on the weather front. Beach Buoy had decided to give the van a bit of a wash as Mrs Doyle might say? You can't wash the van without waxing it now can you? As mentioned previously, it was after 6 when they arrived. Golf Club Flag update...it is now up all of the way.. for now. Meanwhile back on the beach... The tide was well out. A lot of the large driftwood had gone today, maybe more due to the Council than the tide? It was a calm Sea. No waves as such. It looked like sheets of glass were sliding over one another. A couple appeared. The man was wearing Desert camouflage, or perhaps he wasn't there at all? |
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| The temperature dropped quite suddenly. Beach Buoy looked over to the Dunes to see a large dark cloud waiting for its moment. A man headed North with what looked like a Polar Beer on a long lead; it was a dog. They continued south. The Moon broke free of the cloud that had tried to shield it. It wasn't a silver moon, it was more of a Wensleydale Cheese in colour. Then the rain came. Beach Buoy went. |
