15/05/2011 by Carl Reynolds
Usual Sunday. Down at 10, after the races. Changing in front of the associated regulars listening to the club news. A couple of km mixing it with the triathletes in their bouyancy aids; confirming length after length that they can’t swim in a straight line, swim well or have a sense of humour. Then out to a fresh coffee and Kate’s latest culinary delight – chelsea buns. Yum.
16 degrees C.