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| 3-45pm. The parking is free now until next year. It was overcast. Not a breath of wind. Two Ponies went North; they were brown and white. Two horses went south; they were brown and brown. |
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| Horses on the beach, but now white horses out in the bay. The sea was grey and undulating, with the waves breaking just before the shore. It was very mild, flies flew; it is November. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed up to the dunes and added to the stack of stones. They headed back to the beach. The smell of the riverside industry was drifting across at the Grey Rocks; the price you pay for no wind to carry it off to be someone else's problem. They headed back as the light faded. Over the dunes, the Seagulls were drifting back to the seaside for the night. They cried out as they crossed the beach. Beach Buoy looked at the time; 4.47 pm. He recalled a similar scenario a few months ago, but it was after 9 pm...... Beach Buoy. |
