The beach

The tides were all wrong over Christmas, never doing the right thing at the right time meaning we haven't been there for a few weeks. Low tide was all back aligned with our dog walking clock today though, a thankful relief from those hugely exciting squirrels that bring about doggy deafness.

And now I am off to the gym in an effort not to slide straight back into Christmas winery. You won't recognise me by Easter. Fact.