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| Beach Buoy and his side-kick; Stubborn Dog arrived at the beach at 3-30 pm. Diggers were still digging and rollers were rolling as the work on the Car Park extension continued. With the flashing lights and beeping reversing warning sounds, it all looked and sounded a bit like a big kids fairground. |
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| A lady with three dogs had gone onto the beach just before Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog, Two of her dogs came to say a quick hello to Beach Buoy, Stubborn Dog and a Dead Cormorant that laid nearby on an earlier strand line. |
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| They headed south towards a moon that looked like half a sixpence, a sixpence that had been expertly cut in half to settle a bet. Was it worth three old pence? Was it worthless? 'Nah' thought Beach Buoy; it is priceless.He also seemed to recall a bloke called Tommy Steele saying it was 'better than half of nothing.' You know that film with Julia Foster; Ben Fogle's mam. A jogger was heading South too but stopped and headed North. Beach Buoy noticed more machinery on North Gare Pier. More lights flashed; more boys with toys. To be honest he had noticed a large hole in the Pier a few days ago, so a repair was most probably needed. |
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| The clear sky allowed Aeroplane's vapour trails to become clearly visible. Straight White Lines with a hint of December Sunset Pink, crisp and sharp at first but then the end spreads out and eventually fades. |
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| Hint of Pink was everywhere to be seen. |
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| Sea Pottery piece. |
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| They went up to the dunes to add a couple of more stones to the stack. The North had a glow about it. |
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| The Sky had a wide variety of colours; all pale but attractive. They headed back. There was a slight breeze, a breeze just about strong enough to turn one page of a book or a magazine that had been left on the floor beside a sun-lounger on a summer day. Placed there by a sun worshipper who had left it to go for a cold drink. But this breeze was colder. The Sun and temperature dropped as one. The Church Bells rang for 4-30; it was 4-26. Car headlights snaked along The Sea Front, a siren and a piercing blue light made them gave way as an Ambulance travelled tome someone's bad day a little better. By the time they reached the van in the car park, it was dark. The Car Park machinery stood idle; the silhouettes like ghosts of dinosaurs.....waiting. |
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| Later that night, Cabin Fever took hold. Beach Buoy grabbed Stubborn Dog and went to the Promenade for a walk followed by food and drink in the van down by the Village Christmas Tree. . |
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| and to all a good night. Beach Buoy. |
