A dank and drizzly morning, just the type of conditions that inspire SSF to do their stuff on a Friday. The usual suspects arrived as normal, suited themselves up (except for Joan who does not own such an item) then headed out into the wet stuff. A little choppy with the usual garibaldi currents, but nothing to worry about. The tide still a couple of hours from its minimum: Sara and Joan's knowledge of up-to-the-minute tide tables is very impressive.
Sara and I debated whether the swim to France was a go-er, but again I had to be at work so we opted to leave this for another day. After some swimming between the groynes, we floated like a couple of dead bodies staring up at the heavens whilst contemplating what the rest of SSF were missing. It was here that Sara stressed to me that my earlier references to albatross were clearly wrong as they do not inhabit these parts. The animal in question was probably a "Fulmar".
On swimming back to shore, something knocked deliberately against my right side. Turning around I could see nothing, so I could only speculate what it might have been: a conga eel ? A jellied eel maybe? A basking shark or even a mackeral? It will have to remain a mystery.
The sea is getter warmer, now a whopping 8.5C. Perfectly swimmable using a wetsuit. Really there are no excuses for anyone now. Summer is on its way.
In: 7:20am
Out: 7:50am (Sara in for a second swim).
Swimmers: Paul C, Joan and Sara
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