
In fact only Pete suggested that he might be there and might run first.
An unsurprisingly empty beach greeted the would be swimmer and so after a few minutes sitting in his box, contemplating the seaweed and not wishing to break the cardinal SSF rule, Pete decided that a run was in order. It turned out to be a good decision because although some favour the noise & fumes of the high road, the low road was for Pete with only the sea, gulls (and it has to be said a lot of other runners & commuters) for company. The brisk westerly meant that there was a little chop on an otherwise calm sea so by the time the marina was reached, the sea in the lee was glassy, transparent and very inviting...he nearly did a Stefan, but resisted.
Here's hoping for more returnees from hols, work & other commitments next Wed.
Swimmers: none
Runners: Pete
Sea: inviting in the west