Sunday, 19 August 2012

Ahem, fifty shades of grey

The phrase 'fifty shades of grey' came to mind as we arrived at Ness Cove at dawn. (ok I'm reading the bonkbuster, but it's still a good phrase). The idea was to swim as the sun rose, but instead we were shrouded in mysterious mist. The sea was warm and glassy, with a slight roll. It was a bit like swimming at night. Everything was slightly blurred, and being in the water was just pure sensation, because visually everything was toned down. Occasionally a yellow buoy appeared through the mist, and seagulls, silhouettes of dark grey, flew overhead. I had been disappointed that we wouldn't catch a sunrise, but this was still a memorable way to start the day.

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