Another good day on the beach, We did some cleaning up of odds corners where leaf litter and blown sand was collecting along the edges of walls. The beach filled up as the sun came out but a very brief and light shower managed to clear most of them, even though it was over in ten minutes and didn't even wet the ground.  I am amazed at the number of people who continue to huddle under umbrellas even when  it isn't raining.
One little kid was having a tantrum because Mummy wouldn't let him go on the beach, "But, Darling Sweety, we can't go on the beach because it is raining."  Little Screamer wasn't convinced by this, his thinking was clear: !. It wasn't raining, any damn fool could see that. 2. What does it matter if it is raining, the beach is still a good place to be.
Mummy didn't share this view and he was dragged off to the car to go somewhere where the dangerous rain couldn't hurt him. I'm glad, other people shouldn't have to put up with screaming kids, it is about time that parents weren't so selfish and spared a little though for those around them.
When the working day was done I had a nice light supper and went out to play with the rowing club for the Carpenter's Cup competition, I rowed in one race and coxed for the next two,  it was fun shouting at the other team members, trying to get a bit more speed out of them. if the thought of Gig rowing appeals to you, take a look at Swanage Sea Rowing Club

If you wondered what Pilot Gig rowing was like, take a look at this link:
Rowing a Cornish Pilot Gig in Swanage Bay.
The prize from last week's triumph at Weymouth Regatta was a 36 pint barrel of a particularly fine local brew, which we tucked into once the boats were safely back in the shed.

Even though the box was marked "Traditional Cider" and came from the Cider Farm at Crossways near Dorchester, it turned out to be a fine bitter.

The view from the area known as the Spa this morning.
Apparently it isn't possible to swim when the sun isn't shining.

You may have notice references to a place called Bin Central, well this is it, the low dank place at the end of a listed building that is storage for the threadbare brooms and rusty wheelbarrow that comprises the equipment we use.

We had several nice comments from members of the public today, all appreciating the work we do and congratulating us on the way we keep the town. It's nice to hear, I've never heard it in any other job I've had.

Today's stats: 20570 steps, 8.77 miles.
I know the mileage doesn't sound huge but remember that it is mostly done on loose sand whilst wearing clumpy workboots.

Check back tomorrow for more exiting news from Bin Central.




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