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| It was something after 6am when Beach Buoy woke to the sound of heavy rainfall. He had walked for hours yesterday and he was worn out. He is getting on a bit. It wasn't all beach related, the van was in for a bit of work so he walked to the match and back basically as well as the earlier beach walk. He is carrying a couple of leg injuries from previous events and they didn't help. He laid a while. He and Stubborn Dog reached the car park at 7-10 am He opened the side door to be welcomed by a fly past by around ten Oyster Catchers. |
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| There was a breeze from a South West; it was fresh. |
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| The tide was well out. Beach Buoy was heading south as a depleted 7 am club headed back to the North, no Mari the Poodle today, no Chocolate Pud and Custard. Beach Buoy took a few stones up to the stack before returning to the beach. |
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| He had a sit and think down on a bum-shaped rock down by the Pier. He sat and told Stubborn Dog about ships and treasure and wonderful things beyond all measure. As they headed back the beach looked deserted. SPACE. |
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| Light Changed from minute to minute. |
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| The tide began the slow move back in. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog were glad of the company of their sunshine shadows. Beach Buoy had a sit down on the sand which turned into a lay down. He eventually clambered up so as not to concern passers-by that he had just had a heart attack. |
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| The clouds were pleasing. |
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| Then they heard them. The Skylarks were back! They went up to the dunes to have a better listen. There were at least two of them, singing their hearts out, high in the sky. |
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| They said goodbye to the beach. They returned around 2-45 pm It wasn't a beach visit as such. Just an excuse to put the kettle on, read The Salt Path (again.), maybe doze and people watch. The car park was a busy scene. Many cars, vans, horse boxes and the like. Beach Buoy vented the front windows a little as the kettle boiled. By the time the kettle was whistling the wind almost matched the tune through the slightly open windows. A child went by, wearing a Unicorn hat, asking for fish and chips. Horses trotted around. A Pony and Trap clip-clopped along. Eventually the Car Park began to empty a little A child wearing a Buzz Lightyear Backpack headed for infinity and beyond or maybe it was just the rear of a Blue Ford Fiesta. It was blustery outside as hooded people made hopeful returns to parked cars, perhaps hoping the Sun's heat had been held inside? Kettle time again. BEACH BUOY. |
