Monday, 22 February 2016

Spring at Spitchwick

As I left the house for our regular Sunday morning Dart dip it felt positively balmy.  I think I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of frosts we've had this winter.
At Spitchwick, Rachel arrived with a bunch of daffodils, which we all wore as we swam (some held them between their teeth, others had them tucked in their collars).  For the first five minutes the temperature on my watch remained in stubborn double figures. Finally it dropped down to 9.2 (Judy's said 7.6)

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