High Tide	05:35 (2.20m)
Low Tide	11:09 (1.00m)
High Tide	17:40 (2.30m)

Sea temperature: not taken
Sea conditions: calm, no jelly fish
Weather: hazy with the sun coming through
Joined by: The Usual Suspects, The New Yorker, DK's brother Tony and Matthew
Topics of conversation:
Was this a record turn out? We all gathered in a huddle to make sure introductions were made where social gaps existed and it almost felt claustrophobic, but once we were in the water it was so calm and quite shallow and within moments we each had our own patch of sea to ourselves. The Poet rather overdid it as The Vicar's Wife had yesterday and was called back in.

The rubbish - we all ranted about the amount there was yesterday and as The New Yorker joined us she enlightened us to the fact that there had been even more than we'd been aware of yesterday, she'd swum earlier and had already taken a carrier bag full of bottles home. There was more today, but this time of the less unpleasant kind - Mabes bagged herself a football and the beach hut gained a ragged but serviceable picnic rug. Mabes is a very good footballer, having had hours and hours of practice with the football kicking member of her family, who I have occasionally seen playing keepie-uppies with her on the beach, as well as skills practice in the garden when she tries to intercept and take over control of the ball. Surprisingly this didn't prepare him for a gentle game on holiday with his norwegian relatives (mostly 15 years his junior) and he 'nearly died' trying to keep up. DK tells us that he's spending time in the healthy pursuit of lake swimming whilst in the US, so hopefully he'll be joining us on his return in August.

The Vicar's wife's bicycle seat cover - want.