23/04/2012 by Carl Reynolds
Early start. Still taking it easy on the shoulders. Swimming mindfully and resisting the urge to surge. The 8 o’clock regulars are all down, but in the absence of tennis balls, my continuing initiation into the rites of handball have to wait for another day. Mrs Ape has taken chocolate and hazelnut cookies (thanks Dan Lepard for the recipe) and they vanish swiftly. Concurrently a production line of toast and marmalade is set up by Chris (of Stanton Cross fame) and wolfed up by all present – especially big man Batch. The sun disappears as we leave.
Ape – 1400 yards, Mrs Ape – 1200 yards, 10.5 degrees C