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| Beach Buoy had gone to bed after 1 am. Later that night ......... Beach Buoy woke. He guessed what time it would be when he reached over to his mobile phone to check the time. 4-52 he guessed. It was 4-51. A quick check at the window showed that there was no rush to go to the beach. It was dull and overcast; no bright sunrise to capture today. He dressed and shuffled downstairs. He boiled some milk and made a coffee. He had guessed a cupful when he filled the pan. It was the exact amount; spot on. Beach Buoy chilled a while. The older he became, the better he was becoming at it. They reached the beach car park just after 6 am. A man with a dog was stood on the promenade having an intense early morning telephone call. They headed to the beach. The tide was low. The slightest of breezes blew from the west. The tide was coming in, as a Ship was going out. The beach was quiet, quiet except for the sound of the sea and the Skylark's song from above the dunes to the right. |
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| They added to the stack, up in the dunes. Then Beach Buoy replaced some rocks that had been scattered about by someone with nothing else better to do. |
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| They returned to the beach and had a look at the driftwood structures that had been assembled recently. |
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| Spots of rain fell. No worries..... |
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| They headed to the North Gare Pier. Beach Buoy paused and looked back. It was 6-50 am. The beach was deserted. |
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| Sand Martins swooped around as Beach Buoy looked at their burrows. Old dune fencing hung like broken ladders as it laid exposed on the dune edge. Beach Buoy spotted something up in the dunes. He went to investigate. He found a walking stick sized piece of driftwood to help in the clamber across the rocks. It was a perfect fit. Beach Buoy was more than a little concerned just how comfortable the driftwood stick was becoming. A stupid thought flashed through his head. They always have and always will. It was a slogan for advertising the driftwood stick."ITS A PORTABLE HANDRAIL." |
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| The clamber was worth it. Another Driftwood work of art. |
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| The view was canny too. |
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| The headed back via the dunes at first and later; the beach. |
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| Beach Buoy loves painted pieces of driftwood. |
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| Later that day they had a promenade stop. BEACH BUOY. |
