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| It was 6-15 pm as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog passed The Hungry Seagull. It was a bright and very breezy evening. The wind was coming from the North West. |
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| Parts of the beach had lost lots of sand in the wind. It was one of those evenings were the clouds wizzed along and the sunlight scanned the beach like a barcode reader. |
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| The shifting sands shifted. |
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| Thankfully there was plenty of space for all. |
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| The tide was well out. |
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| It was a glorious evening. That's what Beach Buoy calls a doorstep. |
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| Even his shadow is Stubborn.. then again it would be wouldn't it? |
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| Beach Buoy had heard rumours of Dolphins in the bay. He had brought some binoculars. All he saw was a Lone Oyster Catcher who looked like he had lost his car keys. |
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| The World War Two Tank traps do a good job of protecting the sandbank that is home to the Sand Martins. |
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| Driftwood. They had a slow walk back. They stacked the stack on the way back for a change. BEACH BUOY. |
