Okay, as far as I'm concerned the new year really begins at the midwinter solstice, but the calendar rollover is a good secular fest and an excuse for beverages and plans and retrospection.  And, in today's instance, some rather fun surfing: cold, big, blowy, and with hail.  Yes, hail.  Only in England - as xeeny observed - could a beach like Puttsborough be busy on a cold, almost-blown-out day in January.  Admirable zanshin and esprit de corps was displayed by all present (I think everyone had the same "this is daft but it's worth a go" idea that we did).  Thank the various gods of the shoreline for rubber gimp hats.  And gloves.  And earplugs.  And thermal rashies.  And tea and custard creams.

2006 in reflection: Moved into the new pad, learned to swim crawl, did four triathlons, a half-marathon and two overnight centuries (one on fixed), bought a road bike, laid a patio, rode track, got introduced to surfing, hit various fitness goals, discovered an apported seal pup.  That'll do nicely.

2007 in plan: Lots of decorating in the pad, more challenging fitness goals centred around a couple of olympic-distance triathlons, do something expensive and dangerous like a via ferrata or paragliding, make some changes at work to tidy up some of the cowboy areas, see more live music, press more flesh.  I'm not going to say "learn a language" or "learn an instrument" - I've learned my lesson in the past on those! 

Feels like it's going to be a bit of an epic year, actually.