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| 'Morning!' said Beach Buoy as he stepped out of the van. 'Morning!' said the man walking the promenade whilst pushing his Old White Scottie Dog in its pushchair. It was 6-45 a.m. |
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| The tide was well out. There was a slight breeze from the west. The 7 am club were heading south as were Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog. A fishing boat rumbled across the bay, perhaps taking a fishing trip out for the day? They stacked the stack and headed along the beach to the North Gare Pier. |
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| They had a slow walk back. Beach Buoy wished 'That Monday morning feeling' was always like this Monday morning, it was almost perfect. Beach Buoy went back to the van and toasted a teacake as he drank coffee. He left at nine but not before buying two more cars parking tickets. He had heard the owners talking. ' We wont be long.' Well it was nine o'clock, parking charges had started and Beach Buoy could see them down at the water's edge having loads of fun, oblivious to the time. |
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| Later on, around 3-30 pm to be more accurate, Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog went over to the Headland. The sat and watched the world and couples go by. The tide worked its way out. They drove back to Seaton Sands, arriving at 6-25pm The car park was busy, but thankfully the beach wasn't as crowded as what Beach Buoy had feared. |
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| It was a lovely evening. |
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| Rockpool down near North Gare Pier. |
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| Another slow walk back with various types of wading birds for company. Some driftwood up in the dunes had caught Beach Buoy's eye. |
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| The recent rough seas had sent this very old and heavy piece of driftwood ashore. |
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| Dead Man's Fingers. Beach Buoy thought it looked a little like Stubborn Dog. The speck of sea coal added to the effect. BEACH BUOY. |
