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| Beach Buoy parked up at 3-33pm. It was very windy! Beach Buoy sat in the van for a short while. As he did so, an elderly gent appeared from the beach access ramp. The man leaned into the wind as he struggled to carry two heavy plastic bags. His lean was that of an athlete trying to cross the finish line first and win by the means of a photo finish. The bags looked like they were filled with sand? Was he collecting it off the beach? Maybe it was ballast, to stop him blowing away in the wind? It was a strong wind. The man struggled as he put the two heavy bags into the rear of his nearby car. He closed the boot and headed off in the direction of the access ramp; two more bags in hand. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog were close behind. The man turned around and looked at them. 'Bit wild!' said Beach Buoy. ' Bit of a breeze.' came the reply followed by a chuckle. Beach Buoy headed down the access ramp and travelled south. He checked back to see the man bagging up sand from the ramp. As he walked Beach Buoy thought; he had a feeling he knew the sand-bagger. Could it be? He vaguely recognised the voice and faded features of the man, whose features were indeed as faded as the double-denim outfit that he wore. A former workmate? A former workmate who was in his early to mid thirties last time they met? Was he the man, now 70 or more? A former workmate who, for a time worked dayshifts and nightshifts at the same time at different companies. Trying to second guess when he would be paid off or taken on. Not wanting to burn bridges at either end he ended up burning a candle at both ends. |
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| The wind was wild from the south west. The tide was low, the sea rippled. Needless to say the beach was quiet, apart from the sound of the wind and drifting sand. |
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| The wild wind whistled up in the dunes, Beach Buoy didn't recognise the dune tune. |
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| The wind near enough blew them back to the van. Stubborn Dog paused from time to time. On one occasion Beach Buoy made use of the stop to make notes in his colourful beach book. The little dog looked up at Beach Buoy as he wrote, staring him straight in the eyes as he often does. Beach Buoy stared back and said out loud. ' Right sunshine. what's your name?' as he pretended to book him for time wasting. Stubborn Dog wasn't bothered and luckily enough there wasn't anyone around to witness it all. The Seagull Squadrons had been grounded by the invigorating wind. Movement was provided by the sky, sea and sand. |
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| It is a pleasure to be able to claim some daylight at least. BEACH BUOY. |
