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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog drove to the Beach Car Park. In doing so they passed the Golf Club. There are many fence panels around the Golf Club. The recent alphabetical storms had caused damage.. Yes folks, there was a hole in one...... Today it was repaired of course. The Council Bin Wagons were just leaving their Car Park meet-up point and were on their way in convoy back to the depot. The Wagon Cabs were three abreast with Happy Friday Faces. The weekend starts here. Beach Buoy and Old Stubborn Dog reached the Car Park at 3-45 pm. They headed for the water's edge. The soft sand had gone with the wind; a book by Margaret Mitchell. Beach Buoy has some odd ways of remembering things when he used to go to a quiz or two. 'Who wrote Gone with the wind?' Beach Buoy picked the WW from With and Wind and did a Mirror image in his head for MM; Margaret Mitchell. Easy. With the soft sand gone they crossed a beach of stones, pebbles, whole sea shells and sea shells with holes. |
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| The tide was around three quarters of the way in, with more to come. Random people were out and about with their dogs. Beach Buoy was sticking to the Coronavirus guidance of two metre distance from people plus Beach Buoy's own longstanding one hundred metre 'GET OUT OF MY FACE!' Rule. The Deep Blue Sea roared as it rolled into town, like a Cowboy flinging open the saloon doors. The sea was breaking around five wave steps out into the Bay. The wind had a chill (It wasn't multiplying.) A couple appeared from the Dunes. A Lady in Red. A Man in blue. (Beach Buoy doesn't think it was Chris de Burgh.) They were Beach combing on the strand-line. The Lady bent down constantly, upon rising she would hand her finds to Chris to carry in his blue coat pocket. He bent down to pick something himself on one occasion. He stretched out a leg behind him as a cantilever weight as he seemed unable or unhappy just to bend down? Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked on. They headed up to the Dunes and the stack that was now becoming part of the Dunes System. |
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| The sea seemed to be becoming rougher? It seemed to change colour too from Deep Blue Sea to Grey, not with age but with anger and intent. It was stepping out in to the Bay more and more; five steps became seven. Some were as big as houses, as long as the house was wave sized. |
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| They headed back to the beach and paused behind a driftwood bench before beginning the slow walk back to the van. They binned the beach clean items and reached the warmth of comfort of the van. BEACH BUOY. |
