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| Beach Buoy had gone to bed after 1 am. He wanted to catch the sunrise, so he set his alarm for 3-59 am. The alarm woke him mid-dream He was taking part in a T V quiz show. He had been asked 'Name something you would take to a picnic?' The alarm woke him. They left the house at 4-24am under a clear sky. The street lights had already been turned off. At least tomorrow's 5-20 am go to work alarm will feel like a sleep in. They passed The Golf Club's empty Car Park. As they crossed the closed council car park, the sea came into view. Two figures stood at the water's edge, stood behind a camera tripod; it was 4-39 am. When they reached the Promenade Wall, Beach Buoy could see another figure walk the perimeter of the Little Tern site. He sat in the sand, half way along the fenced site (On the outside.) waiting for the Sun to rise. Beach Buoy counted another eight people along the water's edge, all waiting for the sun to appear. |
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| The sun broke free of the horizon as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed south. |
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| A flock of birds headed north. Once the sun was up, the man who had been sat at the Little Tern Site headed south, not far behind Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog. The little dog doesn't like people behind him when walking, seeming to be a touch paranoid. Beach Buoy scooped up his little mate, they looked out to sea as the man passed. The dog sniffed the air. |
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| The sun headed for the only cloud in the sky. |
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| Skylarks sang as the Little Terns seemed to follow Beach Buoy south. They dipped in and out of the water at will just a few feet from shore. One can be seen above, just leaving the sea after a dive. A Pheasant creaked from up in the dunes. |
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| A Golden Sun glowed once more, it was soon turn to lemon. |
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| Faded Sea Pottery. |
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| Beach Buoy paused a while thanks to Stubborn Dog wanting to sniff a piece of driftwood. He looked out to sea as he waited. A Distant Seal swam north towards the headland. To the south, The Sea Serpent twisted and turned on the smooth surface of the sea. They went to the stack. A fisherman sat to the south, about halfway along the length of the grey rocks; rod in hand. A proper little Gnome from home. |
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| They headed down to North Gare Corner. |
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| They sat and watched the sea come in. A dad and lad fishing combo climbed down from the pier and headed to join the Grey Rock fisherman. |
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| The Blue Lagoon. |
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| Eventually they headed back. The dad and lad fisherman were heading back too, they over took ambling Beach Buoy. The dad kept casting his line out as they walked the water's edge; bit of a lucky dip. A lucky dip that ended up as an unlucky dip. |
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| The tide was going out, leaving shingle strips behind. As they were leaving the beach a dapper looking gent stepped onto the beach. He looked a little out of place. He wore a white peaked cap and a snazzy coat. If anything he looked like a lost golfer from the nearby golf club. As Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked form the council car park, a voice bellowed from the direction of the golf club. 'OY!' 'GET OFF THE GOLF COURSE!' 'GET OFF THE GOLF COURSE!' It sounded like a lost beachcomber had walked onto the Golf Course? Should Beach Buoy turn back and shout and the dapperly dressed gent? 'OY!' 'GET OFF THE BEACH. BEACH BUOY |
