No action

So, unsurprisingly, there's been no action from the council on the tyres, which 6 or 7 tides later are making their slow inevitable progress down the beach. Going to log another call to the crack fly-tipping unit in the hope that someone might get off their butts and clear it up. I met an old fella walking his dog and the look on his face summed it all up - genuine disbelief and genuine sadness. His old dog looked at the tyres and looked at me with a 'well you humans never surprise me'. The dog wore the same expression of sad resignation as his owner.

So our plans are rolling into higher gear, in the form of 'to do' lists, and we're starting to pull together all that we need for a kick-ass website and a bit of a local media blitzkrieg......the editor of the parish magazine won't know what has hit him/her?