I met Isabella, the cleaner of the beaches with torch in hand warning that no one would come down and I should return home! Then her spotlight shone on a faint figure at the tunnel and it was Sara. It was: dark; dank; gloomy; no sunrise; no light; poor visibility and we could barely see each other's faces. The fog was thick but the air temperature was pleasantly warm with a light drizzle. Then suddenly a light appeared on the brow of the shingle and a form slowly walked towards us and Paul C appeared with his usual smile checking on us as he headed for work. There was a roll on the edge as Sara took the plunge and Joan slowly made her way in; both promising to keep the dim glow of the street lights in the distance within our sight as disorientation could so easily be had. Water temp. a fraction warmer than previously and it was noticeable on changing; no numb fingers and toes. At least that compensated for the gloom that surrounded us. We confirmed our meet on Friday morning at 0730 and hope that the hellrunners/riders/pool swimmers/iron folk will join us for an acclimatisation dip prior to the meet on NY's D. It gets a bit lonesome at times.
Swimmers: Sara and Joan
In: 0740, Out: 0750
Swimmers: Sara and Joan
In: 0740, Out: 0750
(written by Joan)
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