Big Tide

My morning beach dog walk has become a ritual. I've seen most sea states. But even I was surprised by how low the tide was this morning. Super low. The lowest I can remember for a long time. Being impulsive (!) I made the decision to walk along the sand all the way to Daymer, which you can sort of do with some minor scrambling on the Moules. Not really one for Gramps. What was a stroll became a mission when I remembered the stacks of my fishing tackle claimed by the rocks at Greenawayover the past three years. This was my best chance of recovery I felt. Alas, all I found in the kelp was some line! No Rapala's. When I do hook that Bass it'll be the most expensive ever landed... about £200 worth! The golf ball I found was of little consolation.

iSurf training, that I mentioned last week has gone down a bit too well. Looks like I'm going to have to do some work! We've come up with two options - D of E, or Work Experience - residential or non-residential. If you want some course dates, don't forget it's petecraske@hotmail.co.uk. It will go up on the web shortly, but you can get ahead of the game by coming back to me directly.

If you're down here over the half-term, let's do lunch!