A day for carrot lovers, pedants and anyone who enjoys a stroll along the prom-prom-prom.
It was the usual routine this morning when I hit the beach. The nearest shelter had some recycled stomach contents in it which called for an extra bucket of water to shift. I noticed another errant apostrophe and wondered about the strange ways of people. I found several odd socks on the beach and wondered if there was an amputee in town who is careless with his underwear. The strangest thing, however, was the discovery at regular intervals along the sands, of chunks of raw carrot. These weren't the usual leavings of the kebab and sandwich consumers, they are usually delicately sliced or grated. These were large chunks of unscraped carrot, such you would give to a horse. I found them along a half mile stretch. Even my warped imagination can't work this one out.

A two for one deal on apostrophes today.

I can't work out why potato's and salad's qualify for one yet rolls and drinks don't. When you consider that this is a professionally made sign you have to wonder.

At 6.00 am it was a little more sublime.

It was a tiring shift, today's stats seem a little up on yesterday: 18303 steps, 7.68 miles