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| Awake 5 a.m. Beach Car Park 7-54 a.m. As Beach Buoy pulled into the Car Park he noticed the outlines of the machinery being used for the Car Park Extension work. They had been parked with glee at the start of the holidays, their raised booms seemed to be high-fiving one another as if in celebration. The same raised booms would be arms of surrender when the workers return in the new year. Gulls shuffled around the Car Park, searching fast food packaging for left-overs. It is a sign of the times that they have become experts in opening the boxes and bags that have been dumped by the lazy of the world. Crows flew over the Promenade like shadows of the past. The Village Church struck for 8 a.m. as Beach Buoy and Stubborn accessed the ramp to the Beach. It was mild and cloudy. No dramatic sunrise today. Night Black to Dawn Grey to December Grey to Dusk Grey to Night Black. At least now the Greys were becoming longer, bit by bit. The tide was low; its edge was peppered with Seagulls. It was so mid there wasn't any need for hoods up today. |
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| They added to the dune stack and paused. Two Oyster Catchers flew overhead, calling to one another as they flew, as if for reassurance? |
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| The Beach was very quiet. They went down to the North Gare Pier to have a mooch. As they headed back Beach Buoy saw two swimmers running back to their clothes stash, down at the end of the Grey Rocks. They dried themselves, dressed and stayed a long while, sitting and thinking. Sounds like a plan. BEACH BUOY. |
