Low Tide	04:21 (1.00m)
High Tide	10:36 (2.50m)
Low Tide	16:51 (0.70m)
High Tide	23:19 (2.40m)

Sea temperature: perfect
Sea conditions: perfect
Weather: perfect
Joined by The Usual Suspects and a Scotsman
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Dog chews packaging - Luna had bought some chewies for Jagger, in her role as Dogmother she felt it would be a good way to keep him occupied so that he didn't just follow her around or lie gazing at her, waiting for her to tell him what to do. We all decided that packaging really has gone too far; each chew (and they are the smallest ones for smallest mouths) had a label, which was attached with a cable tie so that the brand could be seen. Like Jagger can read, he's only 9 weeks old!

What now?

My new part time job - questions were asked about what, exactly, I am doing now that I've scaled down the teaching and am helping The Architect in his new office. I explained that one of my primary functions was attempting to stop a fat muddy dachshund from wiping his belly on the carpet every time he walks past with his owner. The Pirate knows his owner, who is around 80 years old and still cycles everywhere with placards attached to the front and back of her bike stating her political allegiance and asking for donations to the RNLI. The muddy offender's name is apparently something like Tiggy, or Tilly, or that could just be the name that was on The Pirate's mind as I'd also explained that one of the reasons I enjoy working there so much is that the The Architect bought me eggs Benedict from Tilly's cafe for breakfast last week. We're having kippers on Friday, I'm excited. 
Wylie Baths - The Ellies' son gets a membership from them each year to this amazing swimming venue, tidal pools that are open 365 days of the year. They had been in touch the Manager, Zac Kratovil, by email and he'd seen this blog (thanks for the comments Zac). It transpires that he used to run Tooting Bec Lido and has even swum just up the coast in Wells, a favourite summer haunt of mine, near Holkham. He clearly gets us, and admitted that cold water swimming kept him sane in this country in the winter, he even ventured in off Tyree in the Inner Hebredes. It's great to know there are kindred spirits on the other side of the world. The images of Wylie Baths are amazing and we discussed the point at which it would become scary, with waves scouring the man made pools. It's going on my bucket list.

Wylie Baths

Today however, I don't think there could have been anywhere better in the world to swim than our little strip of the North Sea. The soft Suffolk September is here in all its glorious mists, dewy mornings, golden evenings and dramatic sunsets, warm sea water and the village is slowly emptying of visitors, I want time to stand still. This was my walk to the beach this morning.

DK and I discussed TM all the way home as I'm fledging and it was so reassuring talking to him as he's been at it for 25 years, as have Wolfie and The Shaman. My teacher, Annie Renwick, is wonderful and supports me at a distance, like any good teacher, but soon I will be feeling I have to make it without her (unless I undertake further courses) so talking to DK gave me confidence that I'll never really will be on my own.
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High Tide	02:31 (2.40m)
Low Tide	08:14 (0.80m)
High Tide	14:40 (2.60m)
Low Tide	20:53 (0.60m)

Sea temperature: 18.1/18.2
Sea conditions: good
Weather: A real chill in the air "Autumnal" has been DK's word of the week.
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There's been a bit of a hiatus, a kind of blogger's holiday as I've been on a break of sorts as well as on a TM course, so whilst I have been swimming most of the time I've not had the time nor the inclination to sit at my computer for any length of time. This week is back to normal, or as normal as life gets during these weeks of transition, so blog service will resume.
The LE and I had had a discussion about the Perseids meteor shower yesterday and so had both been out stargazing last night, neither with any luck, but she had definitely put in more effort. They had set their alarm and driven down to the harbour at 3am whilst I'd just put blankets out on the concrete deck, which had retained the heat of the day and was rather comfy. For once I'd managed to persuade Mertz to join me by getting settled with the dogs outside. He missed them... Ironically he was the only one who saw anything - a decent meteor with a great trail. Apparently it's worth looking again tonight as it will be even more obvious but further to the west. My Star Walk app had been really useful for locating the right spot and as the others arrived on the beach we were busy doing a virtual star gaze. Sara was amused that I "would believe anything" but she did get a little hooked once she saw that it was aligned with reality, and wondered how I'd found it. I don't think she's realised what a geek I am.

The Poet arrived with a large container of engine oil under his arm, which he proffered in my direction. He has recently sold his family MG and was about to throw away the container as it's for old petrol engines and they only have new diesel ones left when he remembered my beloved old Landrover. She's due for an MOT next week so I have all fingers and toes crossed as I've done all the work I can on her but I'm not up to suspension work and there is a slight chance that the springs won't make it through this time. We discussed the joy old cars can bring, if you don't find yourself either in constant fear that you might push it too far or in a constant state of mechanic. I've had a brief window of neither of these and The Poet said it showed on my face as I drove past him at speed the other day in the old girl. It will be a sad day when 'the decision' has to be made, she's been in the family for 40 years.
Oscar Redding, actor, screenwriter and director - Sara and The Poet had discovered that a friend of the family's son is currently playing Sarge in Top of the Lake, which a few of us are watching at the moment. He's a truly nasty character and his father had clearly pointed out that Oscar isn't, when they'd seen him this weekend. 
He's got one of those faces that lends itself to slightly unsettling, misunderstood or just nasty roles that have you feeling sorry for him. 
There was much talk this morning about DK's new purchase, a dog basket with a difference that attaches to the front of his bike. He'd tried it out with Mabel this morning for the first time and if she had feathers they would have been well and truly ruffled. As we left she began to look wary and by the time we jemmied her little legs into the basket she wouldn't even eat a biscuit as a treat for being a good girl. Hopefully she will get used to it....