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| It was a beautiful evening after what had been a beautiful day. Beach Buoy had originally drove to the car park at 6-50 pm. Too many people! Beach Buoy sat in then van a while; a little deflated. He headed off in the van and returned to base camp. After a short faff he sat off on foot with Stubborn Dog in tow. As he turned the final corner into the car park, a blast of cool fresh sea air blasted him full in the face. It was so refreshing. Just beyond the strand line a makeshift football pitch had been created with half-buried beer bottles as goalposts. A few years ago now, people went on about 'Football's coming home.' Shame the beer bottles didn't. They headed south, on the strand line. Ahead, a three-quarter moon hung in an almost cloudless sky. The beach was marked by all types of foot and paw print. Someone had written in the sand... BEN + LAUREN So it appears his falling out with BILL was much bigger than anyone could have imagined... Oh flobba dop |
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| They headed up to the stack. The plan to delay the beach visit a while had paid off; it was almost deserted. |
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| They headed back between two sets of horse prints. |
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| They were tempted to the water's edge. The light and the reflections were fantastic. BEACH BUOY. |
