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| The village church bells struck for 4 pm as Beach Buoy sat at the side door of the van, changing into his beach boots. It was mild. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed along the promenade. Three men loaded a small white van up with beach sand. They transported it from the low wall at the south end of the promenade with a wheelbarrow. |
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| The light was milky and pleasing. A mother and child played down by the water's edge; screeching as the sea almost caught them out. |
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| Around two hundred gulls sat out in the bay. There were around twenty Oyster Catchers stood at the water's edge with one random seagull for company. It looked he was saying 'No one said it was a black tie event!' 'I could have gone swimming with my mates...' |
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| The Sea Serpent frolicked like puff the magic dragon. Beach Buoy took stones to the dune stack and paused briefly. |
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| They headed back close to the sea. It was a lovely afternoon. Beach Buoy savoured the sight, sound and sense of the beach as he headed back. Nothing lasts forever; or does it? BEACH BUOY. |
