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| It was 7-33 a.m. by the time Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the car park. It was light; light grey. The Promenade lights were still shinning brightly in the gloom. The bright LED lights resembled a line of road cats eyes , lit by a high beam as the promenade curved like a country road. Beach Buoy had a mate called Dennis, he's dead now. What a character he was. He told Beach Buoy about a man he knew. Well... Dennis was a big speedway fan, he was all of five foot tall, so big in an enthusiastic way. He would travel around to various tracks. He had been to Halifax a few times and always ended up, stood in the same area and got on first name terms with a local chap called Percy who also frequented the same place. One particular night after the races were over the headed to the car park. This night they walked in the same direction and Percy unlocked his Rolls-Royce. '****ing hell Percy.' said Dennis, "What do you do for a living?' 'I invented the Cat's eyes that they use on the roads.' He had never said. It was Percy Shaw OBE; a Halifax lad. By the time Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the water's edge, the 7 am club had been and gone. They headed south. The beach was mostly quiet. There was a Darkly Dressed Dune Walker travelling the rise and fall of the sandy mounds. It was slowly becoming lighter but as slowly as an energy saving light bulb. Those that require a weeks notice in writing of someone entering the room. After a while Beach Buoy glanced back. The Dark Dune Walker had morphed into a Dark Beach Walker, with a Black Dog in tow. The headed from the beach like two disappointed shadows that had became disillusioned, waiting for the sun. |
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| They headed up to the stack in the Dunes. |
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| The Large PEASE house brick that had disappeared from the stack was spotted in a nearby clump of dune grass. |
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| Beach Buoy replaced the brick on the stack. All he was hoping was to give Pease a chance. |
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| They headed to a slice of Orange and the beach beyond the Pier. They climbed up the vomit of Concrete. Two Fishermen were at the top of the Pier. ' Morning.' The camouflaged fishermen headed down to the riverside with Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog not far behind. |
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| The Sun brightened a little. |
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| It seemed to form a new Tees crossing. |
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| They faffed on a while, then it was back to the Bay. Beach Buoy messaged the Sea Serpent to warn him to keep his head down. Beach Buoy paused and looked east towards the Dunes. He wondered how long it would be before the Skylarks would be singing their songs, high above the dunes. The melody trickling down to the beach in streams of sound. Stubborn Dog just stood sniffing the breeze. |
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They headed back as the sky glowed. Two rat faced dogs approached, off their leads. 'Terry!' A bit of growling and snarling took place. Beach Buoy scooped up Stubborn Dog and just kept on walking on. No doubt the other rat-faced dog is called Bill? thought Beach Buoy. BEACH BUOY. |
