It's officially summer. Why, because I finally managed to find the time to take my kayak out at high-tide today, at least two months later than usual.
The beach was packed this afternoon and contrary to the somewhat unhelpful rumours that I'm hearing of migrating 'killer' French seaweed invading our coast, everyone I saw today appeared to be alive and well, with a number enjoying ice creams too. Unlike the Brittany coast of France, we don't have wild boar roaming our sands, eating the seaweed either but should anyone spot any of the same, munching their way along the shoreline and stirring-up the weed with their short tusks, do please let me know through the usual channels.
Some readers may have noticed the change in wind direction today and with it, the seaweed being pushed out with the tide. Whether it will return I can't say but as I wrote in the previous entry, there's a great deal of effort being made to find ways of disposing of the hundreds of tons that comes our way each summer.
On Friday, Dr Alasdair Bruce and I asked both our local MPs if they could represent our personal concerns to English Nature over our chalk reef being visited by gangs of migrant cockle pickers on a regular basis. This is now visibly an organised trade and I understand it's having a potentially negative impact on the local marine environment as week on week, they collect, if that's the right word, mussels, cockles, oysters, you name it. There are regulations that govern this type of activity but generally fall outside the remit of the local council and no longer reflect what's happening in the Britain of 2011. I'm sure the same is true in seaside towns across the country.
Another BBC Newsroom South-east interview in the morning. Local news must be in short supply for them to be travelling out this far from home twice in under a week.