08/04/2012 by Carl Reynolds
A lie in, an aching shoulder and the receding remnants of jet lag do not a motivated swimmer make. But Mrs Ape was keen, so Pastiera di Grano in hand, we drove round to catch the end of the club announcements. While Mrs Ape swam, I talked to Nadine about using a dry bag to tow her kit – she’s off on Tuesday to start her three nation triathlon – see here.
I got in to see how the arm was and managed a couple of widths, but the right arm is pretty useless and so the distance swimming is curtailed until sorted out. Then to the cake. Much appreciated by those still at the club, and those like Barbara, who had stayed for the culinary experience. Yum.
Ape – 66 yards, Mrs Ape – 1600 yards, 9 degrees C.