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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the car park at 6-12 pm. It was a bit blowy from the west. Even though there were lots of clouds, it was a bright evening. |
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| The tide was more in than it was out. Shingle patches were scattered around in crunchy sand; the softer sand had been blown out to sea. It was a fairly quiet beach. |
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| They stacked the stack. Beach Buoy looked west, over the dunes. The Dune grass was a sea of green, with waves and rolls of its own as the good ship wind travelled across it. They had a slow walk back. Soft warm droplets of rainwater kissed Beach Buoy on the cheek. It wasn't rain as such, just the odd droplet that had been carried in the wind. |
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| They drove around to the Sea Front, opposite The Village Green. |
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| Beach Buoy drank coffee as he alternated between looking at the sea and the sky above The Green. BEACH BUOY. |
