Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

Saturday morning, sitting in my house listening to OK Go (thanks Ian -- everyone else, go click on the link to the OK Go video on Ian's blog, it's wonderful). I've had a lovely morning so far. Had breakfast and a long chat with Emma Gascoigne, in Bangor for the day to do her weekly radio show on Coast (which has just been expanded to a FIVE HOUR show -- go Emma!). Then the Castleconnell Ladies rang me, so I had a nice chat with them too.

Last night's social was quite wonderful. Broad beach in Rhosneigr, barbecues, lots of food, Cava, Bucks Fizz and a giant sandcastle. A very well-defended giant sandcastle, with lots of towers protecting it from the sea, and several layers of walls, moats and turrets surrounding the keep. And a cafe, interpretive centre and disabled access, courtesy of Sam 'National Trust' Burnett. It was beautiful. Until the boys started throwing rocks at it. So us girls decided to spoil their fun and jump on the castle. That was also fun.

I also met a dog. Chris and I had just started building the castle when a very hyper puppy (perhaps a black retreiver, although it seemed a little thin) came along and jumped all over it, dug it up and ran off with my jumper. Good thing Pippa and Goldie have a similar sense of humour. The grumpy man on the beach who got annoyed with Goldie for dripping on him would have been most displeased. But he was a sweet dog. Anyway, all castles have to be knocked down and rebuilt at least once. It's the rules of castles.