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| It was a Saturday, a day off. Beach Buoy woke at 6 a.m. It was warm and cosy. Beach Buoy laid for around twenty minutes, choosing to wake slowly. He 100% knew there would be no more sleep. A storm was due later that day but outside sounded calm. As Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog left the house an aeroplane left a faint vapour trail and a distant rumble in the sky as it headed south-west, it's flashing lights leading the way. They reached the car park at 7-10 a.m. There was a moon to die for, hanging over the village. |
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| They headed to the water's edge... |
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| As the tired moon headed for bed. |
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| Children's voices carried across the beach. It was unusual to see children on the beach before sunrise. |
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| Beach Buoy admired the sky and sea |
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| The sunlight was pale. The 7 am club came by. Mari the Big Poodle was over first for a neck rub. She ran off to be replaced by that chocolate brown dog. The little dog curled up at Beach Buoys feet. Its sort of one third Cocker Spaniel, one third Poodle, one third Chicken. Maybe a Cocapoodledoo ? Beach Buoy decided the brown dog should be called Pudding. It was wearing a yellow coat; Lifeboat Wellington Yellow. Pudding looked like custard had been poured over it. |
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| The tide was well out. |
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| The Sea Serpent was enjoying the calm before the storm. Beach Buoy headed to the dunes for a while then back onto the beach, going as far as the Pier. |
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| They joined the Seagulls at the water's edge for their walk back. A Golden Sun shone. |
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| Life's a Beach. BEACH BUOY. |
