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| Beach Buoy had been to work; thankfully he finishes at work by 3 pm. For years and years he worked until 6 pm. Winters back then seemed to last from Early October until March. Constantly going to and coming from work in the dark; not good. Now, most nights Beach Buoy can make it to the Beach. Jackpot! Today he reached the beach at 3-34pm. Hr parked the van alongside another VW van; birds of a feather..... The air was as chilly as the sun was bright; the tide low. He and Stubborn Dog walked the walk. Beach Buoy wore sunglasses! The sky was mainly clear, much of what cloud there was seemed to be nothing more than fluffed up aeroplane vapour trails. Seagulls bobbed up and down, way out in the Bay. Their whiteness lit up by the bright sun, giving away their location. |
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| Beach Buoy headed up to the Dunes to add more stones to the stack. The Sun shone, but by now its heat had clocked off for the night. They headed down to the beach then onto the water's edge. Beach Buoy dug his hands where The Pretenders stuck their brass. The numpty had forgotten his gloves in the excited dash to the beach. They headed back to the van. BEACH BUOY. |
