High Tide	04:03 (2.10m)
Low Tide	09:23 (1.00m)
High Tide	16:03 (2.20m)
Low Tide	22:18 (0.80m)

Sea temperature: Not taken
Sea conditions: deceptive - looked calm but there was a helluva swell
Weather: deep, dark grey, moody (me too)
Joined by: Sara and The Poet, The Light Entertasinment
Topics of conversation:
Happy Birthday to Sara, we sang. (Happy National Day to Legs and The Viking too and good luck to B for her last exam this afternoon - what a day of excitement)
Sara and I had a long conversation about dogs and their levels of communication. Having taken care of Luna and Willow whilst we were away she had a new insight into Luna's head, and the differences between the 2 dogs. She's used to a dog that thinks she's human and Willow is a dog, through and through, but Luna had revealed her empathetic qualities during her stay. A psychoanalyst friend of hers believes that we project these qualities onto dogs and that they are not capable of such emotions. I beg to differ.
Sizewell - and it's glow last night. Had it been the moon, the construction lights or some sinister accident, which we would begin to feel the effect from any moment? The Pirate knows how cross I get when he doom mongers first thing in the morning but this is something all of us must have thought at some point. The nuclear plant is so close to us that it is always visible on the horizon, a constant presence. My Father said that he would rather be near enough to be annihilated if something went wrong than slowly die a painful death. The Light Entertainment felt that it was not something the estate agents would use as a selling point and I don't expect this map to be appearing on any tourist brochures either.

The swell was surprisingly powerful, we struggled a little to get in and the waves were much deeper than they looked from the shore. On the way out we got caught by a combination of a wave from behind and the shingle ridge action like quicksand, and The Pirate was knocked over. It's so deceptive from the shore.
DK had had a surprisingly lovely evening with champagne, good wines and food and was therefore in a fine mood, but as we left the beach he muttered "you little bugger' at me and I was quite shocked, till he reassured me he was talking about to the dog. I often use that as an excuse though, so I'm still not 100% convinced it wasn't me he was addressing.
The Yogi is updating her yoga studio website for her shiny new premises, and Wolfie had been taking pictures in class the other day, she had sent some to us for approval and I had returned this one edited, as the original showed my face with an expression that could have been interpreted as pure pain on it. I didn't think that would be a good advertisement. Sara had seen some he'd taken with the dog joining in, surely a demonstration that they are capable of emotion - or is it that we are capable of tapping into our animal side...which reminds me of a conversation I had with the Pirate the other day about the animus and shaman, must revisit that one. The Yogi is going to be doing a 'daily yoga pose' slot on Blyth Valley Community Radio and we all have been wondering how that might work. We discussed Listen With Mother and Sara revealed that she had always spoke to the nice lady in the radio who was talking to her, and only her. The Black Dog Deli was due to be on Blyth Radio too, as they are opening next week and as The Pirate and I were walking back The Pirate's Wife came rushing out to tell us it was about to start so we all went into their kitchen to listen. The interview was great, and it was good to know it was the lovely JC interviewing them as I'd never heard her show before. She'd been down to the beach the other day to 'test the water' and is hoping to join us later in the year.