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| It was a Wednesday. It was 4 pm. A cold wind blew from the North West. A lone figure stood down by the water's edge. The sea and sky were contrasting colour, as opposed to the usual mirroring effect. |
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| It was moody sky |
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| As with yesterday hundreds of gulls sat just offshore. They were bobbing about a little more than they were yesterday. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed south and eventually up to the dunes as two ladies with a Border Collie headed back to the North. |
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| Triangular-shape shingle patches pointed to the sea. A squadron of Oyster Catchers swooped over the dunes and down onto the beach. BEACH BUOY. |
