Well that's the first week over and things are a little easier.  The Rock hard work boots are beginning to break in a little, I'm a little fitter than I was a week ago and, eventually, the Sun put in a rather belated appearance.  All week long it has been raining, not particularly heavily but that persistent steady drizzle that gets through everything.  It is said that the Inuits have over a hundred words for different kinds of snow, I'm beginning to think the same way about rain.
This morning I hit the beach at 6.00am and took this picture.  By 10.00 am the sun had burned a hole in the cloud and the beach started to fill up with people. Sand castles appeared as if by magic and it wasn't long before we were treated to the un-endearing sound of a grizzling child.  Here's a thought, why don't we lift the ban on dogs, who make very little noise on the beach and really enjoy racing along the sand, and ban children instead? The dog mess is easier to pick up than the thousands of lolly sticks that are discarded each day. 


For the first time in a very long time I found myself listening to Radio 1 this morning, not through any musical lapse in taste but more because I decided to have the radio on my phone and sadly the only station that I could receive properly was 1. Chris Moyles is beginning to sound as dated as Jimmy Young did back in the mists of time. I also downloaded and ran a pedometer app for my phone.  Today's stats are: 15676 steps and 6.33 miles.  This is actually a reduction of previous days as I have started to load up the barrow with all the stuff I need, rather than keep going back to the shed to pick up a shovel.