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| It had been a scorching hot day. Beach Buoy was going to wait a while before heading to the beach. He looked at his mobile phone; Rain in 95 minutes. He went to the Study to collect his colourful beach note book. He removed the Whitby Lifeboat Pencil that was wedged between its papers as if it were a bookmark. He sharpened the pencil, then placed it back inside the book. They set off for the beach. The beach was still busy when they arrived at around 6-40 pm. People of all shapes and sizes wandered around the beach. The tide was way out. The was a breeze from the south. Scatterings of people edged the dunes in little pockets of friends and family. Two Hunter Gatherers headed to their families, waiting down near the water. The men had been to collect fish and chips. |
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| A summer sand castle. The breeze from the south upgraded itself to wind. |
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| An unusual stone. |
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| They headed south, halfway between the strand line and the water's edge. Beach Buoy checked his phone ;Rain in 75 minutes. Out in the bay, waves rebounded off the North Gare Pier and met up with others that had crossed the bay. They met up and closed the curl of the wave as they did so. They looked like theatre curtains at the end of a performance. This show went on and on; Summer, Winter, Day, Night, Calm or Wild. |
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| They stopped just short of the North Gare Pier, then headed for the stack. Someone had planted some driftwood in the sand near to the stack. From a distance it looked like a thin man, staring at the stack, with his hands in his pockets. |
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| They past the thin man and stacked the stack. Rain in 55 minutes. They headed back. The wind dropped and eventually stopped completely. It then became very muggy. |
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| Birds of a feather... Beach Buoy returned to the van to see another had parked alongside. Beach Buoy's (The white one.) is seventeen years old. The other ( A beach Car park Regular.) is twenty four or five years old. BEACH BUOY. |
