It doesn't get any better than this. Stones covered in snow, a dull cloudy sky, a gentle east wind and a calm grey-blue sea that invited us all to test our mettle. Even the mighty Joan did not arrive in her usual blue dressing gown - it was going to be a cold one. And it was. After a few minutes trying on our brand new Sea Swim Fitness swim hats, we got down to the rather more serious business of getting into the water. Ollie poured some hot water down the inside of our wetsuits to create a tighter seal, but by this time the snow was beginning to come down, so the heat of the water was all too brief. Joan was first in, but then came bounding out just as quickly. This was not a good omen, what chance us mere mortals? But not to worry, it was just to get some gloves, then straight back in. Sara put her hot water bottle away, I took a few photographs just in case we froze into blocks of ice and somebody happened upon us later in the day. Ollie bounded into the water and headed for France, clearly delirious at the sudden drop in temperature. Sara joined him, and finally after much deliberation, so did I. A quick course correction saw us heading off to the groyne on the west side, before swimming back to our starting point on the east. It was the best we could all do, but it was good to get in and swim. Once out, we chatted aimlessly, drank our tea, got changed and then meandered back up the beach whilst promising each other that we would do it again on Friday - maybe. Water temperature: Brass monkeys. Snowing quite heavily as we left.
Time: In 7:40, Out 7:50.
Swimmers: Ollie, Sara, Joan and Paul C
(written by Paul)
Paul and Sara
Sara and Ollie
Ollie pouring water into Paul's wetsuit
Club hunk Ollie cooling off
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