When Georgia said that the camping would be busy over the Holiday Weekend, I rather took the comment with a pinch of salt. Yesterday didn’t seem that busy but today has picked up as there are now quite a few customers on site.
There were no salt gathers when we went for the morning walk around 05:20. It was still a little dark so Boris was able to use his flashing ball again. Ursula took some good pictures of the rosy sky and of the dogs wandering in the early gloom.
Back at Grammeno, most were still in bed as one would expect from people on holiday. We managed to make it back to the compound without incident whereupon, having released the dogs, we enjoyed a well-earned cup of tea and a chat.
After the usual morning routine I had some breakfast before my weekly phone call. Following the call, in a fit of activity, I cleared some of the clutter from under the awning tent. I didn’t have the enthusiasm for a proper job but made at least one corner more presentable. I then became distracted due to barking dogs and moved my attentions to the Pea-sized hole in the fence in the SDC and the badly fitting material covering the northern barricade. A strong wind tends to get under the material which is secured to the chain link fence and throw the bottom of the material over the top of the fence. Added to that, previous wind damage had undone the joint further down. I decided to repair the gap to prevent the dogs from seeing into the main part of the camping to bark at the customers. I then put some soft wire through the fence from the outside wrapping it around the supporting poles. Only the bottom quarter of the material is now able to fly up with the wind, preventing it from hooking itself over the top of the chain link. The shading material draped over the fence performs a number of tasks: it prevents the dogs from seeing the customers and the customers seeing into the compound; it absorbs some of the noise transmitted into and out of the compound and also reduces the effects of the northerly winds in winter.
Ursula and Tony came for tea around seven and then Ursula and I took the dogs out for a walk. I had previously wandered through the camping to see how many people were still on the beach. As it was, there were very few, Ammos Bar was closed and only a couple of cars remained in the car park. We set off and walked the dogs on the lead around the Promontory.
Prior to departure I had constructed a magnificent device which the uninitiated might confuse for the remains of a plastic ball thrower. With this tool I am able to flick any marauding turds into the bushes. This tool works on the out-of-sight out-of-mind principal. The activity is akin to golf although the rules are a little different. In this instance, one is trying to get the turd into the rough unlike golf. I found my new apparatus quite effective although I feel I may need to hone my flicking skills in order to get more turds-in-one. As one might imagine, with so many dogs, fallout can become a bit of a problem. In winter it is less important as most visitors are themselves walking dogs and there are few people on the beach or swimming. The sun dries out the turds, the wind scatters them for the various insects and bacteria to consume. Summer is different so it’s important to ensure that the places visitors are likely to go are turd-free.
It’s now 22:34 so it’s time for some food and to collapse into a heap!