Thursday, 9 January 2014

High Tide 04:01 (2.40m)
Low Tide 10:40 (0.70m)
High Tide 17:35 (2.20m)
Low Tide 22:43 (1.10m)
Sea temperature: not taken
Sea conditions: very strong current
Weather: windy, rain
Joined by: The Poet and The LE
Topics of conversation:
The sea was doable, but there was a very strong current which made The Poet look like and olympic swimmer as he caught it and whizzed along. The wind was too strong for me to take off my tuareg outfit, which I currently sport to protect my head, so I didn't go in. I made myself useful as a weight for The Pirate's clothes, which were threatening to blow to Southwold. The sky was really laden, with rain clouds moving as fast as I've seen them for a while. This really is the longest stormy season we've had on this coast for a while.

Elderly dogs - one of the best known dogs in the village has just gone to 'doggie heaven' as his owner put it (then paused and said "well I hope he went that way...") and it is the end of an era. A number of dogs coincidentally arrived in the village at the same time around 13 years ago and Bosco is now one of the last remaining elders, although today you wouldn't believe it. He ran home with my two, leaving The Pirate on the beach. He was probably missing Alf, who is in the dog house as he peed on the door frame this morning. The Pirate and been concerned that he had been going deaf, as he was ignoring him, and as he's blind too this could make his life difficult. It seems this is not the case as he came at full pelt when he heard his food being prepared in the kitchen yesterday - so he's selectively deaf like my Father. To be fair my Father was deaf, and had a hearing aid, but he would turn it off so that he couldn't hear "the wittering" of the women gathered regularly in his house to "stitch and bitch" - his words, not mine. Bosco isn't deaf, or blind and this morning he really was full of the joys, he kept up with us all the way home and I let him into the garden in the hope that The Pirate's Wife would hear him coming. 
Bosco and Alf
Worzle Gummage - DK was involved in the TV series and the original stage show, having written all the music and he's hoping to stage a local production soon, starring an actor who lives in the village. He talked about Jon Pertwee and his son Sean is married to friend (who has the finest cheekbones in the land) and I've worked with him too so so we compared notes on Pertwee voices. Pertwee snr. developed that very distinctive voice in the part of Worzle, which became so much part of the character and DK told us how an understudy once went on in his place when he was sick. The make up was obviously heavy, carrot nose prosthetics and all, but the understudy had perfected the voice to such an extent that the audience had no idea that Mr Pertwee wasn't there. Can't wait to see who's understudying locally, there are some perfect candidates...

Sean and Cheekbones

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