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| After yesterday's burst of enthusiasm, it was Stubborn Dog of old today. A game of Call my Bluff ensued, Beach Buoy won as Stubborn Dog reluctantly shuffled towards the front door. Beach Buoy called into a local shop then headed to the beach. It was 7-19 am. The Uneven Car Park was empty apart from rainwater puddles. Beach Buoy sat with the side door of the van open as he sat and changed into his Beach Boots.The lady who regularly joins the 7am club for their return journey, disappeared down the sloping access ramp as she called out a 'Morning' to Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog. MORNING 'Morning' was the reply. As Beach Buoy was faffing on, a car pulled up nearby. They didn't faff and were heading for the beach in an instant; Two Adults, Two Dogs and a young lad, more hoodied up than Beach Buoy. The group headed North. Beach Buoy headed South. The tide was way out. There was a blowy wind from the North West, it had been stronger overnight. Any dry sand that was left over, was snaking its to the North Sea in the half light. Beach Buoy was glad he grabbed some gloves as he locked the van up; that wind was chilly. He headed for the water's edge. The low tide had left lots of wet sand which is ideal for assisting in making a half decent photograph of the morning light with its reflections. Mari the Poodle said hello once more as the 7 am club passed nearby. No Cherrywompus threat today. Beach Buoy paused a while to admire the Bay. It looked like a paint shop colour chart. Blue Bottle Blue to the North, Manchester City 1970's Blue straight ahead and Custard Creme Yellow to the South. He moved on, any walk generated heat was whisked away once you were stood. |
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| Beach Buoy was tempted up towards the Dunes a little by some shingle patches, the shingle crunched underfoot. |
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| He grabbed a couple of stones to add to the Dune stack. |
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| Its been mentioned here before but it's odd how many times similar items end up near to each other on the beach. Two frisbee type rings almost side by side. |
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| They are just the right size to become a seal necklace so they were beach cleaned along with a few plastic bottles, a torn Colourful Beach Ball and a torn football. |
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| Beach Buoy stood down by the North Gare Pier thinking that the Sun had gone straight to DVD rather than make an appearance. |
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| It was only as they were heading back that the Sun popped over The Pier. |
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| The Sun's light stretched out along the beach as if reaching out to apologise for the wait. With the Sun came the rain; horizontally from the South West. |
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| The tide was heading back in. The strong wind was blowing the tops off the waves as they broke nearby. |
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| The lovely Beach was empty as far as the eye could see, in both directions; Perfect. |
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| Half way back, the rain stopped as the cloud that had carried it drifted off in the wind. As they approached the Car Park a Distant Siren drifted from the village and the Town beyond. The Church Bells joined in and rang for 9am; it was 8-56. The Local Motor Club had formed a rectangle of parked cars for an Auto Test Event in the Car Park. Men walked the course with maps, some walking backwards where they needed to reverse. BEACH BUOY |
