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| Beach Buoy woke at 5-20am. He and Stubborn Dog left the house at 5-55 am. They set off on foot, for the beach. It was sunny start to the day. A Blackbird had just been ran over, on the road. Eight birds stood around it on the road. They were either all saddened friends and family or just hungry. Cannibals in waiting? Whilst waiting to make their minds up, they risked the same fate. They passed the Golf Club just after 6 am. The Club's flag flew at half-mast, it flapped lazily in the pleasant south westerly breeze. Shortly afterwards the Little Terns welcomed them to the beach. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog rested briefly on the Promenade wall near to the Little Tern nest site. In total Beach Buoy counted five people spaced along the water's edge. |
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| Beach Buoy wandered down to the sea to take some blog photographs. |
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| He ventured back up towards the dune so as not to disturb a flock of seagulls down by the water's edge; they were rehearsing a new song. Skylark's sang their own 'Best of' album over the dunes. The sound was carried out to sea by the pleasant breeze from the south west. |
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| A jogger passed as they stacked the dune stack. |
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| Beach Buoy found a short plank and plonked in on the sand; a bench of sorts. |
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| It was 6-59 am. They had a sit and think on the 'bench.' Stubborn Dog sniffed the salty sea air as Beach Buoy watched two nearby fishermen. They chatted, but their gaze was fixed on their rod ends. |
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| Beach Buoy decided to continue the walk and headed for North Gare corner as one of the fisherman burst into action. He waded into the water as he reeled his line in. Before long a silvery fish was flashing in the bright morning sun, hung in the air like a flash of lightening. By the time Beach Buoy had turned to head back to the north, the fisherman had gathered their fishing gear and moved back slightly from the in-coming sea. |
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| On the way back, another fish hung in the sky; a cloud fish. They reached the clock tower at 7-55 am. They passed the Golf Club; it was full of members. On the way back, a commotion. Another bird dies as a cat plucks it from a bush and runs off as many other birds sounded out a too late warning. |
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| Then it was shed. Coffee. It was 8-30 am A neighbour already had a radio blasting in the garden. BEACH BUOY. |
