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| Sunday. Beach Buoy woke at 4-47 am. By 5-58 am he and `Stubborn Dog were heading for the beach, on foot. The sky was as clear as a bell; a silent bell. The air was filled with birdsong. As they reached the car park, on foot, the muffled sound of the sea became a rumble. |
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| They headed to the water's edge to watch the sunrise. |
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| It was a beautiful morning. |
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| Beach Buoy took some sea glass pieces to return to the sea for others to find. |
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| The dune view with the sound of Skylarks to harmonise with the sound of the sea. |
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| They returned to the beach. |
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| They went as far as the north gare pier. |
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| Some unfamiliar footprints on the way back, then Beach Buoy realised that he hadn't put on his Beach Boots. |
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| Driftwood in landscape and portrait . They set off back to base camp. |
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| They headed back and sat in the sun. BEACH BUOY. |
