Cold morning, grey skies, plenty of wind coming in from the South West, rough seas, tide out, coming in or just staying out, depends which opinion you prefer - Sara or Joan's, like two squabbling hens trying to decide :) We got changed, it were blinking cold, as Ollie commented, "that north wind gets right oop your crevices". Joan quickly corrected him, South West I think you will find. Not disheartened, Ollie pointed to the undercover space adjacent to the restaurant (that never opens) and suggested we head back up there. Joan instantly shot him a glance, a bit like an angry mother about to scold an unruly child, and the idea was quickly dropped. We all got changed, Sara and I opting for the less brave wetsuit option, Joan and Ollie taking the naturist approach. Ollie suggested he stay back and look after the bags, I offered to help. Joan and Sara were having none of it, I do believe there is a photo of this? Speaking of photo's, Sara spotted a perfect photo op where she would charge full throttle and bellow like an amazon at a flock of seagulls languishing on the sand, hoping to capture one. Problem was we didn't have a camera. So Joan offered up her iPhone and Ollie bravely volunteered to do the honours even though he wasn't quite certain how the controls worked, so ended up taking a photo of his navel. His general outburst of self-criticism caused the birds to take flight long before Sara got anywhere near them. And whilst Ollie gestured for them to return to their original position so that he might try again with the iPhone, our feathery friends decided they just didn't fancy ending up in Sara's collection. She tried to hide her disappointment, but I reckoned Ollie ought not to rely on her lifesaver skills today ....
So, into the water. I headed off first, but then Joan and Sara , and then Ollie, came bounding past, we reminded me of one of the chase scenes in the Benny Hill show when it was on TV. He was first in, then straight out. Straight in again, bouncing up and down like an animated character from a cartoon where the feet don't quite seem to ever touch the ground. Sound effects were quite good as well, lots of whooping and herring gull mating calls before finally everybody managed to get their shoulders under. The sea very choppy and wavey, it wasn't long before we all noticed just how far we had drift.ed As usual Sara sets the pace, my goggles misted up so I spent most of the time just looking for a pink swim hat in the gloom. Not sure what Ollie and Joan got up to, although Sara did comment to me that upon his exit from the sea, he looked decidedly orange...?
Not really a day for swimming although we all did our best, Winter has yet to pass. The sea was also in a grumpy sort of mood, seemingly refusing to let Sara and I get out, such was the pull of the current. But we did get out and back on the beach Sara did her usual thing of taking off the wetsuit and heading straight back in to take temperature readings.
Ollie constructed a hi-tech temperature measuring device which to provide us with an air temperature of 6C - although it felt a lot colder. Sara confirmed the sea temperature twas the same.
Time In: 7:17
Time Out: 7:36
Sea Temp 6C
Air Temp 6C
Swimmers: Ollie, Joan, Sara and Paul
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