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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog had left the house at around 5-58pm. It was very hot. Beach Buoy was glad of some shade as he passed underneath some leaf-laden trees. As they passed the Cricket Club, Beach Buoy looked across to the large white sports domes in the distance. In the bright sunlight they looked like white clouds that had fell to earth, too tired or too heavy to go on. Elizabeth Way was crowded with parked cars, left by beach-goers who were at a loss because the main car parks are still closed due to virus. Cars also lined Tees Road. An accident waiting to happen. The beach was busy. |
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| Beach Buoy headed to the water's edge. There was a gorgeous cooling breeze off the sea, from the south east. A family sat a few metres from the sea. A dogs head appeared from the deepest hole that Beach Buoy had ever seen a dog dig. Maybe the Dog paused to check the risk assessment ? There were definitely some access / egress issues. |
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| It may not look like it from tonight's photographs but there were too many people and loose dogs to have a normal beach walk. Beach Buoy didn't even bother going to the stack. A family had set up camp nearby and it would all be a little awkward. |
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| Beach Buoy just plonked himself on the soft sand and had a sit and think. Stubborn Dog dozed off. Even Beach Buoy laid back and pretended that he was on an almost deserted beach. |
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| They headed back. Three firemen appeared from the dunes, they had beaten out a dune grass fire. The evening was too nice to sit away from the sea. Beach Buoy made a large coffee, grabbed a small dog and headed for the sea front in the van. |
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| He remembered to take Biscuits. BEACH BUOY. |
