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| It was a late early beach for Beach Buoy on a day off, if that makes sense? Beach Buoy is dog sitting; a dog who wakes you at 3-40am wanting to be in the garden. Beach Buoy thought that was it ; am up. He made a milky coffee, started to read a book about someone travelling around the coast of England... and zzzzz. Beach Buoy woke at 7-30am! A glance out of the side window showed a deep red sky to die for. Red Sky in Morning, Beach Buoy is Yawning. After a flap and a panic they reached the beach at 7-50am. |
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| Dog walkers headed North. |
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| Beach Buoy and two dogs walked to the Grey Rocks. They placed two rocks up in the dunes. A three- legged dog approached. A blast form the past. Back to when a dog had three legs and Paul had wings. Three Legs. |
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| The Sun clocked off early and a Greyness claimed the bay. They headed back... new beaches were calling. A couple both dressed in Beige Trousers slowly walked to the water's edge; their more active Border Collie had beaten them to it. Two Council Tractors danced a Beach Ballet as they worked together to remove the wind blown sand that had stacked up against the Promenade wall. BEACH BUOY. |
