Trashed!

A disparate start this morning with various members beginning early or late.  The group was swelled by Lesley being Joan but without the widths or splashing, Annika, second time in a week, Clive & Sharon in the finale throes of their IM/NY training, Alison, second time this week, Teresa giving the men a hard time all the way to Anita Jones' locker,  plus regulars, Ollie, Alex. Hildi & Pete.  Also not forgetting Tesco Value Bread putting in only his second appearance this year.

The sea was lovely again but without Joan's thermometer, it could have been 5 or 25 degrees (who's counting these days?)  All did their own thing, Pete opting for just a single circuit then back to the groyne for some much missed diving.  With the water so clear, it was possible to follow the line of the groyne from a long way out, obviating the need for sighting, watching the crabs scuttling across the surface of the concrete landing strip.

Once back on land, the buoys were finally sorted out and Hildi produced a helpful map.  The groynes are laid out like the constellation of the Plough and are named as follows:

Bottom right - Pike
Top right - The Lost Buoy
Bottom left - Devil's shoulder
Top left - Devil's elbow
Further top left - Poseidon's claw
Outermost top left - Anita Jones' locker

See, easy and quite logical.

And today's title?
Well, this is the downside of good weather when crowds of families congregate on the beach and quite happily leave their trash behind.  Unbelievable! Ollie made a start by piling some of it up and Pete dived down an retrieved a cup, a crisp packet and a towel from the sea bed.
Roll on February when we can reclaim "our beach".

In: 6.30 onwards
Out: 7.30 ish

Sea: Oily (in a good way)
Beach: Trashed