A lazy start to the day, then some work on a website for shell fish this morning!

The afternoon brought the annual Viking Longboat races in Peel Bay, and I went to take photos. If you're not taking part they're actually not that exciting as it is held as a time trial and you have no idea if any particular team is doing well. There were some good fancy dress costumes though. The T-shirts of one team proclaimed they were "harder to catch than Raoul Moat" in quite poor taste I thought, and there was a good Star Wars team which came very close to being blipped. But my chosen image was this one of a guy who was doing somersaults on the beach off the promenade wall.

More work, then after tea I headed back to White Strand with a new book to read. I was chuffed to see that the little dry stone wall I built yesterday was still intact, though the lens cap I lost in the sand was still defiantly lost. I lay on the beach savouring the warm breeze on my skin, admiring the blinding sunlight on the waves, and the birds diving from gereat heights for fish. Generally contemplating life, the universe and everything; thinking of good times past and hoping for more in the future. I read the prelude to my book, full of reviewers' comments, more about the author than the book itself, saying he was "an eminently likeable chap" and "thoroughly good fella", and I wished I was too. I found a guitar tuner in my pocket (of the mouth organ style, that I had found in the attic earlier this afternoon). I began to blow it, quickly realising that its capability, for only 6 notes spread over two octaves in mainly fourth intervals, was quite limiting in terms of melody, I resorted to a rhythmic drone on just the lowest note, rather like a diggereedoo(?), and I was relieved there was no-one around to tell me to stop the noise. The birds didn't seem to mind.