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| It was a Friday. It was a day off. Beach Buoy had been awake since 3-45am. It got to around 6am and he had to go. He picked up Stubborn Dog and placed him into the van, as he did so the dog groaned like an old fashioned Teddy Bear that had been tilted forwards. They parked up with a Coffee in the Beach Car Park. Radio on. Coloured Lights on. Hood up and relaxing while waiting for daylight to show. He even mangled to nod off for a couple of minutes. He woke to the sound of Can't Buy Me Love by The Beatles. Beach Time... He tried to pick up Stubborn Dog from the bench seat that they had shared. Stubborn Dog seemed to have bolted himself to the seat; he wasn't keen. Beach Buoy found the spanners and readied the dog for a refreshing beach walk. |
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| Two more VW vans arrived with Canine Cargo. |
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| The wind was from the South, as was the rain that it blew along. The Sea was Atlantic Grey, the tide well out. |
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| It was bleak. The Wind Turbines had disappeared in the gloom. |
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| The Headland to the North had almost vanished too. It's two lighthouses shone at either end, marking its position like jumpers laid on a field marking a Goal in a game of ten half time., twenty the winner. They took some stones up for the Dune ashes marker and viewed the scene. |
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| As they headed back with the wind to help them on their way, Beach Buoy spotted what he thought was a small colourful and long-legged bird.... |
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| It was Seaweed. A man went south, wearing shorts. His two black Dogs just wore their skins. Beach Buoy looked like Nanook's older, fatter and more wrapped up relative. Stubborn Dog was like a well painted front door; three coats. |
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| It became darker to the North and brighter to the South. As the walk ended the rain stopped. Then The Headland gradually appeared from the gloom as if a fog was lifting. Beach Buoy.👀 / U |
