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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the Car Park at 5-50 am. One of White Painted Pedestrian signs on the tarmac seemed to be reaching out for a fast food carton. The breeze blew the carton out of the painted man's reach. They headed for the sand. The Sunrise should be blazing, but unfortunately it was taking place behind closed doors. A little like the major sporting events that are doing the same during the pandemic. A Lone Seagull stood on the Promenade Wall, facing the sea as he seemed to laugh out loud at one of his own jokes. |
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| It was overcast with a breeze from the sea. They headed to the emptiness of the South. |
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| It was quiet to the north too. The couple with a story of their own appeared shortly afterwards. They headed up to stack the stack. A Pied-Wagtail stood on a piece of dark driftwood. He faced the wind as birds tend to do. His tail wagged up and down (as they tend to do.) in the direction of the sand dunes like the baton of an impatient orchestra conductor. Sadly the orchestra (The Skylarks.) had gone. |
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| They returned to the beach and continued onto North Gare Pier. Yet another balloon had been blown ashore. Beach Buoy wondered how many had been pushed ashore along the length the eastern coast in recent days? |
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| They went to the Sand Martin's sand bank to double double check that they had gone. They had. They turned to witness a seagull attempting to multi-task. The bird was trying to walk, scratch its neck and balance in the breeze with one leg whilst the leg other scratched. |
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| They headed back alone but together. |
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| A Seaweed Posey. Like a pressed flower from a long-gone Seafarer, who tried to win the heart of a Mermaid and failed. He and the gift that he picked still drift in the Ocean. They come ashore briefly, then are gone on the next tide. |
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| A Seaweed Fairy runs along the beach to tell the Mermaid that the posey has returned. |
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| They sat in the van. Both slept, one drank coffee. Beach Buoy woke after a nap. A man had pulled up nearby. The man stepped out of his car, talking on his phone as he did so. It was a video call. He walked to the promenade wall and pointed his phone to the sea, showing the caller the view. 'I'm mainly doing intros now.' said the man as he opened the boot of his car and picked up a large white drone. The man stepped out towards the beach. He was wearing flamboyant trousers; a little like Rupert the Bear's but not quite as bright. Beach Buoy watched the man go to the water's edge and fly his drone. Beach Buoy watched a while. It was almost 9 am Time to pay for parking a.k.a time to go. The drone man hadn't paid for parking. Beach Buoy went to the meter and bought a ticket stating the drone man's registration number. Beach Buoy wrote on the ticket. Paid parking starts at 9 I bought you a ticket. He drew a smiley face. 😊 Beach Buoy stuck the ticket on the windscreen of the car and left. BEACH BUOY. DRIFTWOOD STUBBORN DOG UPDATE. A confession... AM ON BEACH... BUT YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY. THANKS TO SOME CHAP SENDING MY PHOTOGRAPH INTO BBC WEATHER WATCHERS AND IT APPEARING ONLINE YOU NOW KNOW I AM ONLY THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PIER; STRANDED DOWN NEAR THE BLUE LAGOON. I DIDN'T WANT YOU BOTH TO THINK I WAS A FAILURE SO I MADE OUT I WAS HAVING AN ADVENTURE, THAT EVERYTHING WAS ROSEY. YOU MOST PROBABLY THOUGHT THAT I HAD IT ALL? I SAW HOW HAPPY YOU BOTH WERE FOR ME WHEN I SET SAIL. I TRIED TO MAKE IT SOUND THAT I WAS HAVING FUN FUN FUN. BUT REALLY I WAS SAD SAD SAD BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T THERE. SO.... CAN WE START AFRESH? SORRY... DSD x |
