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| They arrived at 7-15 pm . |
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| There was a breeze from the south. Ten yachts sailed out in the bay making use of the movement of air. |
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| A massive piece of driftwood washed up. |
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| They stacked the stack. |
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| Beach Buoy couldn't resist another photo of the driftwood. The day before, Beach Buoy had put some poetry on social media, stating how his day was going. A Social Media Follower who is currently up in the North East on holiday retorted with this ..... INSPIRED BY BEACH BUOY'S ODE TO WORK, THIS WEEK IT IS MY TIME TO SHIRK, I'M ON MY HOLS IN THE GREAT NORTH EAST, A BIT MORE SUN WOULD BE NICE AT LEAST. I SHOULDN'T MOAN COS THERES NO SWEAT AND TOIL, BUT EVERY DAY HE SEES THE NORTH SEA BOIL, AND WALK HIS DOG ON THE SANDY BEACH, FROM OUR HOUSE, THAT'S OUT OF REACH. I SHOULDN'T MOAN,WE DON'T DO BAD, WE VISIT LOADS BUT FEEL SO SAD, THAT WE'RE NOT HERE MORE, IT WOULD BE COOL, AS LONG AS I DON'T HAVE TO SUPPORT HARTLEPOOL 😉 Thanks @Shithouse-poet ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ BEACH BUOY. |
