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| Beach Buoy had felt ill for much of the week and was glad to see the weekend. No not so ill that he thought he may not last that long, it had just been a long drawn out few days. He hadn't drifted off to bed until 1 a.m. He woke at 6-08 a.m. in a twist of duvet. He laid in a dark bedroom, listening to the wind whistling and wheezing around outside. He thought about how on a work day by now he would have already dragged Stubborn Dog unwillingly around the block. 6-08 a.m. would see him sip of few mouth cups of coffee with a half eaten slice of toast. He went downstairs. He made a warm drink and tried to imagine just how windy the beach would be, once he had rallied around enough to head out. A couple of Paracetamol and Ibuprofen later and it was 7-03 a.m. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in an Empty Car Park. It had must have rained overnight? The rain-filled uneven surface of the car park, reflected the hint of blue light that came from the sky above. It looked like when you see oil floating on a puddle at the side of the road. They headed for beach as Gulls twisted and turned in the dimly-lit sky above. Down by the water's edge, Beach Buoy noticed scores of Gulls hanging like kites in the air. They actually seemed to be enjoying flight without all of the flapping. High above the Gulls, the clouds made a dash for Europe. The wind carried them across the North Sea. No border checks. No Passport required. |
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| They headed up to the dunes for a while. .... Years ago Beach Buoy would sit on a Friday Night with a Guitar and a Bottle of wine and play at being a songwriter. A couple were recorded by his Brother's group. Beach Buoy has given those thoughts up now, but sometimes his lyrics from the past come back into his mind and play a head soundtrack. Like this one written on Christmas Eve 1995. THINKING THINGS THROUGH. THE COLD WIND WHISTLED I COULDN'T NAME THE TUNE, THE SAND WAS BLOWING FROM OFF THE HIGHEST DUNE. MY FOOTSTEPS WASHED BY THE IN-COMING TIDE, COVERED MY TRACKS LIKE I HAD SOMETHING TO HIDE, BUT I'M JUST THINKING THINGS THROUGH. THE ROAD WAS EMPTY AT A QUARTER PAST THREE, LIKE THE WORLDS ASLEEP EVERYONE BUT ME, THIS RADIO SHOW MUST BE PRE-RECORDED? BUT IT NOT WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED, 'CAUSE , I'M JUST THINKING THINGS THROUGH. Instrumental... THIS RAILROAD TAKES ME SOMEWHERE I'VE NEVER BEEN, I GO PAST PLACES THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN, IT WON'T BE LONG I WILL RETURN, SO LITTLE TIME SO MUCH TO LEARN, 'CAUSE , I'M JUST THINKING THINGS THROUGH. Beach Buoy 1995. |
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| It was a refreshing morning. |
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| They headed to the water's edge, passing a perfect driftwood bench as they did so. At the water's edge Beach Buoy picked up his little mate and said ' Everything's going to be OK' The little Dog started to tremble as if to say ' I didn't know it wasn't already all OK!' or maybe his mate was just cold? Beach Buoy hugged the little dog to both warm and reassure him just incase. |
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| They slowly headed back. Britain had left the E.U. It seemed both apt and odd that today of all days the coast was framed in black. |
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| A Mourning of sadness. |
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| Later that day they headed back from Town. Beach Buoy stopped to take a picture of the Bay as it had looked stunning as they drove over Newburn Bridge. |
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| Stubborn Dog wasn't happy being left on Van guard duty, even if only for a minute or two. Chose the life you want and live it. Which one rings a bell with your story so far? click the link below if you wish and see what seems normal for you. IT'S A SHAME. BEACH BUOY. |
