Yesterday the beach hosted  the annual rowing regatta hosted by Poole Amateur Rowing club.
The beach was well-attended ( I hesitate to say packed as we are often told by the writing Nazis to avoid cliches like the plague) We passed a very pleasant shift clearing up and pointing visitors in the right direction: "Excuse me, can you direct me to McDonalds please?"
"Certainly, drive up the high street and keep going for about 15 miles, when you get to the A35 roundabout take the third exit, drive four miles to the next roundabout, go right, at the next one you will see Maccy D's on your left.
I also got asked for the local Tescos, Mainline Railway Station and Lidls, none of which we have here.
This Morning I was on the beach at 06.30, at that time of day we have the place to ourselves and today the sun sparkled on the water, truly a magical time to be there. It was a full hour later that the first dog walker came past me and not long after that the first hardy swimmer took to the waves. With the uncertain weather we've been enjoying lately the sea temperature is quite where it should be for this time of year, I've only had one swim this year and that was a bit too bracing.

Question of the day:  Whilst walking down Station Road (remember; the clue is in the name) I was asked directions to the station. I pointed at where a preserved steam locomotive was sending a large plume of white steam skywards. It was about 70 yards away (Nowhere is very far away in Swanage).  To add emphasis the driver decided that this was the time to sound the whistle.
"Oh! so that's the station!" she cried.