Joined by Emma, Joan led us to a portal and behold, another world! We stripped off with alacrity and raced each other down into the all embracing warmth of the ocean.
Amazing what an ice cream head can do to rational thoughts. The real world was brought into sharp focus by near icy seaweed wrapping its fronds around our legs as Ollie did his now familiar impression of a six year old girl confronted by a spider. Ollie, you promised not to yelp and whinny today!
By way of compensation, widths were officially on and Pete was proud to retreat with a brace. That was until Emma delayed her exit and slipped in a sneaky extra half width. Far less fuss from Joan who swam around serenely with a still bleating Ollie in tow.
Approx ten minutes were managed and all agreed that it was no longer "about the swimming" and yet we still do it. Perhaps the kick of waving to the commuters lined on the cliff edge watching and wondering which department of the council to contact, or perhaps the fun of sharing something different and the buzz gained for the rest of the day. No, the real reason is that Joan now has use of a beach hut for the winter. Yippee! No more icy gales up your yodas or standing in puddles - carpet, real carpet.
Thank you Saint Joan
Swimmers: Ollie, Joan, Emma, Pete
In: 7:15
out:7:25
Sea - Torpid
Temps air: 5 and sea: 7
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