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| Beach Buoy was up at 4-22 am He had went to bed around 1 am He and Stubborn Dog walked to the beach. They arrived at beach car park 4-58am. He was a little surprised to see a family of four heading for the sea. They stopped at the promenade. It was fairly obvious that they had turned up to photograph the sunrise. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed on to the water's edge. It was 5-04 am. Once again some low cloud on the horizon was going to delay the Sun's appearance today. Little Terns chattered as they flew acrobatically overhead. The tide was high. There was the slightest of breezes from the south west. It was a pleasant breeze. |
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| Around five minutes after sunrise, the sun cleared the low horizon hugging cloud. |
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| It was a gorgeous morning. A morning to look back on, and recall the scene, months from now, when days are short. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed South with a Big Fat Moon to the right and a Drumroll Sun to the left. The sea surface was smooth with a hint of silver. A silver that would soon be turning gold, with the help of a rising sun. Beach Buoy paused to make notes in his colourful beach note book. Stubborn Dog laid nearby, looking Beach Buoy straight in the eyes as if to say... ' If it's not his phone, it's his blooming note book!' |
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| They moved on and did the dune stack visit. |
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| Out in the bay, the Sea Serpent enjoyed the early morning sun. |
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| They returned to the beach and continued south. |
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| The waves were gorgeous. Almost perfect surfing waves but too small. Beach Buoy is not a surfer, not even a swimmer. He was only ever any good at swimming depths; no widths or lengths. |
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| It came from the Sea. |
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| They continued up behind the grey rocks. |
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| The sound of the sea was muffled slightly. As the sea hit the grey rocks it sounded like distant world war one gunfire. |
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| They went to North Gare Corner to check on the Sand Martins. |
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| The Sand Martins put on a stunning show. Beach Buoy managed to capture one, mid-flight. More than a dozen put on an air show to the sound of the nearby Skylarks. Even a couple of chattering Little Terns came south to watch the show. |
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| They headed back to the sound of Pheasants up in the dunes. |
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| The Sun was still quite low. |
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| Jobs were done. Beach Buoy was cleaned. Then off to the Summerhouse aka Shed with fancy doors. Wine o'clock.... red wine with red and white pie. It was afternoon by then of course. BEACH BUOY. |
