|Low Tide||03:23 (0.60m)|
|High Tide||10:07 (2.30m)|
|Low Tide||15:46 (0.90m)|
|High Tide||21:48 (2.30m)|
Sea conditions: ROUGH with a serious undertow
Weather: very blustery and threatening
Joined by: The Poet and Legs
Topics of conversation:
The first 10 minutes were spent assessing the safety of the water, we hadn't swum yesterday due to the conditions and whilst the sea was not quite as rough it did look pretty fierce. The Poet went in first as he'd taken his top off and was getting cold in the wind and it soon became apparent that the undertow was really strong. The Pirate and I began to have second thoughts so I went in to test it and quickly decided that my feet were not leaving the bottom or I'd be dragged too far. The Pirate sensibly decided against it but in dashed the human cork. DK was less rash than usual though and bobbed along for no more than a couple of minutes.
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We all understand that it's easy for some people to lose their rag under pressure though, goodness knows it happened enough during the run and The Pirate admitted to succumbing to the red mist occasionally. He told us about a trip he'd been on in India with fellow Brits, one of whom had Indian ancestry, when she had been verbally set upon in a restaurant by a local, very tall Sikh gentleman, whose turban brought his height to around 6ft 9 (according to The Pirate's memory you understand). He had harangued her for being out and about with westerners and made derogatory remarks which had made The Pirate's blood boil. Eventually he snapped and shouted at the man who responded by requesting his presence outside. I'm sure The Pirate wouldn't mind my pointing out that he couldn't have physically matched a 6ft 9 burly local with a strop on and thankfully he didn't have to. He was saved by a gentle Californian dude in a Just Peachy T-Shirt who arrived as The Pirate was bringing himself up to his full 5ft 6 height and diffused the situation with "hey guys....how're ya doin?" I think I'd like a Just Peachy guardian angel right now.