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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog left the house at 5-50 am There was a clear sky and a slight breeze. In a roadside gutter, a dandelion had already gone to seed. A Lone Goose flew overhead as it headed towards the river. As they turned at the end of the road, it was clear that the sun had already risen. The bungalows and flats opposite the Golf Club had windows of gold. They reached the beach. The tide was well out and the sun was fairly high up above the horizon. |
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| They headed for the strand line. |
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| The beach was theirs. Beach Buoy paused a moment and Stubborn Dog shock himself from nose to tail and they were off. |
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| The light and the filters were changing constantly. |
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| The wet sand produced some fantastic reflections. |
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| Driftwood with branches and shadows. |
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| They put a few stones on the dune stack before heading back to the beach. A Skylark sang overhead. They headed South; the Skylark seemed to follow. |
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| Water drained from rock pools. Beach Buoy was happy to be sharing the beach with Stubborn Dog, a Seal and a Skylark. |
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| They reached the North Gare Pier at 7-07 am. |
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| They checked on the young seal as they headed back. All was good, just tracks leading to the sea. |
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| Beach Buoy liked to make note of beach messages. they range from people's names,'Send Nudes!' to this one today. |
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| They headed back on the deserted Road. |
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| Nearly there..... |
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| They sat in the garden and drank coffee. Duncan Gingerbread doesn't like tea, He wanted to live a life by the sea, He doesn't like beverages; the ones that are hot, Became nervous when he heard them filling a pot, He escaped in a boat, he'd carved out of Toffee, Sadly it sank in an Ocean of Coffee. BEACH BUOY. |
