New Quay

Well a return to sanity today, after the freezing wintry temperatures of yesterday, when we had a heavy frost first thing, with frozen bird baths, ice on the cars and an evil biting wind.

Today it was warm, even hot in the sunshine, and of course, having tanked up the overnight storage heaters, it was boiling and had to open windows, what a disgusting waste of energy, and more to the point, my bloody money those sodding things are.

Anyway, enough of the grumps, I decided to make the most of today and took Emma to New Quay. I got lucky - the tide was out, way out, and I discovered the most amazing thing that I've never seen there before in all the times I've been - shells, millions and millions of crushed and broken shells, it was amazing, like being on some exotic island in the Caribbean or something. They stretched right along the beach through the rocks. Emma had a great time in and out of the sea, rock pools and we walked right along the rocks to a previously unchartered bit of the sea front by me!

Came back and cleaned out the hoggy box - no-one at home, it wasn't too bad, but there were two huge, spewy tics lurking in there, waiting to pounce on the next occupant. Lucky I saw them really, hiding in the newspaper. Now I know I have a "no kill" policy but with these hideous things I'm afraid I make an exception, knowing what they do to hogs and other creatures. I won't go into detail, but safe to say they won't be bothering any more hogs.

Excited about Sunday, Helen is doing the sponsored Parachute jump from Swansea airport and we are all going along to watch, lucky thing, I wish I was doing it too, sort of....