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| As they left the house a Grey Pigeon sat in a Bare Grey Tree. They arrived shortly afterwards at a Milky Grey Bay. It was 6-57 am The 7 am club were already on their way. Today they had larger gaps between them. The beach was almost empty and the tide out. Room for all without worries of becoming too close to anyone. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog took the strand line route and headed south. A couple with a Beagle had chosen the water's edge. It was a little chilly. Chilly enough to dig hands into pockets half hoping that there would be a pair of gloves inside. There wasn't so pockets it was. aka Idiot Gloves. He stacked the stack and headed back to the beach, then back to the north. The Skylarks said farewell. |
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| Beach Buoy paused and turned to the south. He thought about how he had almost wished the winter away and now with light nights a week away, he would be almost wishing the next 12 weeks away too; Bloody virus! |
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| He said farewell to the beach. |
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| Back at base camp it was bath time. Stubborn Dog went to his regular waiting spot at the top of the stairs. |
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| Seaton Carew Sand Dunes around 1962... well it is Mother's day after all. That's Beach Buoy on the right. BEACH BUOY. |
