...back in the saddle...

"I must go down to the sea again..."

"Go on, then."

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Low tide at sea point this evening, after a day spent girding the loins (by doing absolutely nothing).

So we walked, to Forty Foot.

Forty minutes, on foot.

Funny, how these things work out.

People diving, people swimming, young people, old people, skinny people, normal people.

A very pretty polish girl with a fake tan in a thong bikini.

"Oh this is too cold for me".

Fish out of water?

G in first, down the ladder. Then I beat out a few strokes. I feel WEAK, after feeling strong all trip. This was Jenny's first swim at Forty Foot she couldn't quite believe she was doing it - but we'd clocked how tough she was within a second. We have an un-repayable debt to this wonderful woman, but we've given her swim-fever, and we've won a friend.

All our skin felt as if it was burning...

Purple sea on the way home, and purple sunset now.

Tired and hungry, and pleased.

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Jordan.

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