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| It was 4pm. It was windy. It was bright. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed south. The tide was high, that westerly wind had a bit of a bite to it. |
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| Gusting drifting sand saw Beach Buoy pick up his little beach mate on quite a few occasions. |
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| They headed up to the dunes and admired the view. A slow walk back ensued and as it did so an arm of bad weather travelled towards the bay to encompass it. Luckily they had timed their return to perfection. They climbed into the van as rain fell across the windscreen in diagonal wind-blown lines. They set off as the rain became sleet. BEACH BUOY. |
