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| It was 3-50 pm. It was cold, clear and bright. The brightness didn't last too long as the sun sank like a fisherman's sinker. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed South as the village Church Bells struck Four. |
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| The Colours were a right mixed bag; a good bag. Two fishermen went storming by and set up at the Grey Rocks. Beach Buoy popped up to the Dunes... they headed back as the light quickly faded. In the half light, Stubborn Dog paused as he looked at a distant driftwood tree stump. He appeared anxious, perhaps thinking the Stump, was another dog? It was definitely wood, saying that it's bark was worse then its bite....... BEACH BUOY. |
