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| 5-15 a.m. Beach Buoy was awake. He made Coffee and went on the computer to do some blog alterations as he waited for the light to come. 6-55a.m. It was still dark, but Beach Buoy made a move. He faffed. Eventually he put on his boots near the front door. Seagulls could be heard outside. Beach Buoy was unsure if they were flying or just pushing wheelbarrows around that were in need of oil. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the Beach Car Park at 7-35 a.m. He closed the dirty van door; a wash on the cards later. |
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| They made their way down the access ramp, passing a Promenade light as they did so, that seemed to be in favour independence for Scotland? |
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| There was a chilly Breeze from the South West. The first signs of daylight were appearing to the South. The North meanwhile, had to do with the Orange glow of artificial light. There were over one hundred seabirds down by the sea. Beach Buoy skirted around them. The Birds were leaving the Beach in twos and threes; most probably the hungriest first? Shortly afterwards there was a mass exodus; they were all airborne, all hungry. The 7 a.m. club came into view on their return journey. Three dogs came over today to say hello; two of them getting a fuss. |
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| A C Moon still shone brightly as did it's reflection on the wet sand. Beach Buoy took some stones up to the stack and then he admired the view from the Dunes. The Grey Sea was fairly calm. The South Westerly breeze blew the cloud scenery across the Bay as if preparing for a play for today. A jogger enters stage left. He is running to the Pier in shorts. Beach Buoy returns to the Beach and also heads to the Pier, while the tide still allows it to be. Beach Buoy's pace is slower than the Joggers and he is covered in a few more layers. By the time the Jogger passes Beach Buoy on his return journey, his southbound footprints have been smoothed over by the tide; soon they will be gone, |
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| The Sea Serpent said Hello as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog said their Goodbyes. The artificial Orange light to the North had been replaced by one of the fifty shades of grey. They headed back to the van to the sound of shouty, dog whistle man. (Buy a lead!) They rested on the Damp Promenade Wall. Around twenty Seagulls circled overhead like Vultures waiting for death. Thankfully they drifted South looking for a likely victim. BEACH BUOY. |
