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| At 5 am it was still dark. The Seagulls flew above Beach Buoy's house, calling. He answered the call at 6-20 a.m. There was one car in the large Car Park. The horizon had been marked as if by a highlighter. Maybe a reminder for the sun to wake up. The line became shorter and shorter by the minute as Beach Buoy ran like a Gazelle to catch the last of it... Ok as Beach Buoy nearly fell over the low Promenade wall as he struggled to cross the sand towards the dunes, becoming tangled in Stubborn Dog's lead as he did so. Hundreds of Gulls had taken flight from the water's edge. They all headed to the North West. |
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| The tide was well out with a fresh breeze from the South; the Wind Turbines had all turned to look. |
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| Beach Buoy headed to the stack and put three stones on. He reached for his notebook to make a note. Stop eating Chocolate! |
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| 6-38 am and the sun rose above the sea. Lighter days are coming. It didn't seem that long ago when Beach Buoy would have to cross over the Pier to watch the sun come over from behind the hills. An Embarrassed Sun blushed and slipped into a Cloud dressing gown and was gone. Beach Buoy walked as far as the North Gare Pier and turned. A Jogger approached; jogging. He was a slightly built gent, almost a matchstick man, drawn by the sea and fresh air, not Lowry. His bright red top complimented his physique. He turned, then returned. 'Strike two.' thought Beach Buoy. Then the jogger repeated the manoeuvre. 'Strike three, that's it you're out whispered Beach Buoy to himself. The 7 am club had already gone by and the late arrival was playing catch up with her dog; Chocolate Pud and Custard. She laughed as Stubborn Dog went into full brake mode. 'Morning.' 'Morning.' Chocolate Pud and Custard came over to say hello and be scragged. The Dogs sniffed and separated. 'See ya.' said Beach Buoy' ' Have a good day.' was the reply. Then it was back to the sound of the sea. Beach Buoy. |
