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| It had been bit of an awkward beach walk last night. Beach Buoy decided to wait a little tonight. He parked up on the sea front. He sat with a coffee and a Stubborn Dog and watched the lockdown world go by for a while. It was around 7 pm. The tide looked high, the bay looked as full as a gun. Walkers walked. Cyclists cycled Joggers jogged. Beach Buoy sat in the rear seat of the van. A slightly disappointed Stubborn Dog had the driver's seat as his own. The little dog rested his head on one of the armrests. Beach Buoy much preferred a low tide; more space and lovely reflections. At the moment, tonight's beach looked a narrow one. Figures were lined up on the water's edge like a broken fence, with just the uprights remaining. Beach Buoy opened the side door of the van. A blast of a refreshing breeze and a scamper of paws and they were off! They headed south on the promenade to their usual beach access point. Their sunshine shadows were already on the beach below them, walking the water's edge, dodging fenceposts and waving. The breeze from the north east was lovely. Stubborn Dog took every opportunity to show any sitting spectators just how well trained Beach Buoy was at scooping the poop. Beach Buoy had a long held theory that Stubborn Dog was in fact a Cat in a Dog suit, owing to his reluctance to do as he is told. Beach Buoy had searched for the costume's zip without success. He now has another theory. Stubborn Dog is said to be a Lhasa Apso, Beach Buoy is of the opinion that he may just be a large Shitzu.... They rested on the promenade wall, near to the Little Tern nesting site. A dropped and now melted lemon top ice-cream lay nearby, looking like a decorators nightmare. A young woman on the beach below struggled to pull a pushchair on the soft sands. They continued south. Beach Buoy could hear that slap of a joggers feet approaching from behind. The promenade is eight paving stones wide Each looking like a lane. To avoid a collision, Beach Buoy claimed lane three and Stubborn Dog lane four, leaving the jogger lanes five, six, seven and eight to choose from for his overtaking manoeuvre; he chose lane Two....... |
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| They headed to the water's edge. A disappointed looking lady headed for the dunes with her Husky Dog. She had had to leave her sledge down by the Village Green as the weather forecast was way out. |
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| They headed to the stack and added some stones. They sat nearby for a while; allowed exercise; brain exercise. |
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| They would head back soon. |
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| Two fisherman stood nearby, eagerly watching their rod ends. One produced a flask and they met in no man's land, both still keeping an eye on their rods. |
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| They headed back. The tide had started to pull back. The strand line and the water's edge now maintained a socially acceptable gap of around two metres. |
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| Two paddle boarders headed south, close to shore. Beach Buoy wondered what fishermen of years gone by would have thought of it all? Two blokes on a plank each. Beach Buoy rejoined the promenade as he continued North to the Van. A Cyclist overtook them. The cyclist needed some help with positive thinking if he shirt was anything to go by? The Cycling shirt was Dark Blue. The message on the back of the shirt in bright white letters was... FAT LAD AT THE BACK The cyclist was both first and last in one go. Beach Buoy noticed two VW vans; both white, both T5's. Most probably one each for the paddle boarders thought Beach Buoy. Beach Buoy then spotted his own white van; a T4.. there it was next to the disappointed eskimo's sledge. BEACH BUOY. |
