I know, I know, it's quite intolerable when some retired old git lets you know that he's off for some sea, sun and sand whilst you remain cooped up in your coal mine or tractor factory. Still, you can't blame me after enduring three solid months of rainfall. Now, at last, we have some 'global warming' and I'm off to make the most of it at Chesil Beach which is otherwise known as the Jurassic Coast so it should suit an old dinasour like me! The last time I went I tried to impress the ladies by striding manfully into the sea to demonstrate my superb swimming abilities. The effect was somewhat marred about 0.7 secs after I had entered the water when the freezing cold hit every nerve-ending in my body sending me into severe trauma. Whimpering with pain I staggered out onto dry land furious with our local authorities who failed in their duty to heat up the English Channel to the same luke-warm temperature as my local swimming pool! I mean, what do we pay our taxes for?! Anyway, as I fry gently on the beach I will try - no, really I will - to compose something half intelligent to write when I return home in the afternoon. Perhaps the Euro will have collapsed by then.