This is getting silly. The tide is low and now reveals the full extent of the damage. The rocks which at low tide, we previously just poked through the sand, causing us to stub our toes, now form a veritable mountain range to be clambered over. The same trio of Emma, Joan & Pete assembled as usual, full of hope for a swim. The rocky vista greeting them putting paid to any such fancy.Pete, ever the optimist, felt that the rocks couldn't extend too far our, so, armed with sturdy footwear and a grappling hook, set out to investigate. At this low tide, the water is even below the level of the groyne foundations and as a result, alarming bits of metallic hardware protruded in a threatening manner.
Pete picked his way and to his delight, 50m out found sand! He turned to the others and gave a thumbs up. Immediately afterwards, he disappeared from view with a full length soaking - a big hole was lurking.
Pete picked his way a further 50m out and still stumbled so eventually, getting cold, he returned a picture of dejection. One thing is clear there'll be no swimming at low tide for the foreseeable.
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