Apparently the Jet Stream buggered off back to where it should be and gave us a warm sunny day. I also had a later start so enjoyed a lie in so all in all a good day in paradise.  I even had enough energy left at the end of the day to go rowing and enjoy a pint of Timothy Taylor's Landlord ale in the Red Lion afterwards, rounding the day off with burger and chips because we didn't want to mar the holiday atmosphere with slaving over a hot gas hob.  In a couple of weeks we have the Swanage Carnival when we are holding a variety of events, including the Gig racing competition where local pubs, clubs and workplaces enter teams for sprint races in front of the beach. On the Saturday Afternoon of the Carnival is the procession. The Rowing club is entering a float, the theme this year is "Going for Gold" so one of our boats is being transformed into Jason's Argo, complete with golden fleece and hopefully some hunky toga wearing Argonauts and sexy Greek Goddesses, though how some of our ladies can manage that may be a stretch of the imagination. (Cue cries of outrage from the lady members)
Must polish my sword and dig out my sandals.

Considering the higher number of visitors to the beach today, the level of litter on the beach was very low, so thank you, seasiders, much appreciated.  We spent some of the day removing quantities of wind blown sand from the side roads from the beach. It really is amazing how far the damned stuff travels.

Today’s photo continues the theme of grammar and lack of proof reading.

Otherwise a good day, this picture shows how the beach can be in sunshine when the hills are engulfed in a sea fret

Tuesday's stats: 12961 steps, 5.52 mile