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| 3-40 pm. The Car Park played host to a line of Refuse Trucks aka Bin Wagons. They gather somedays and go back to the depot in convoy. The Church Bells rang for 3-45 Gentlemen start your engines.. and they were gone. |
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| A couple of couples milled about on the beach. |
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| The tide seemed to be more out than it was in. The sea was rough, with waves breaking well out in the bay. |
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| They went up into the dunes. |
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| Resting Place. |
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| After a while they headed back. The beach was theirs. It was a calm night; not a breath of wind. Beach Buoy glanced at the wind turbines to see if the blades were turning. He couldn't see the blades in the gloom, just the narrow towers were visible with red lights glowing at their tops; like giant matchsticks. It was a quiet walked back. The only things to pass them, were the seagulls on the way out to the East, looking for a bed for the night. As the walk ended the darkness took hold. 4-45pm and almost dark. It began to rain. It was November. BEACH BUOY. |
