06/12/2013 by Carl Reynolds
Lots of people off to Poland for some cold water races, so the lido is quiet. It’s down to 3C and today I was not as robust as usual. A four hundred yard mosey, hands iced inside 200 yards, determination to stay in longer waning rapidly at 300 yards. No after drop, but it took a while to get the feeling in my hands again. The vagaries of biochemistry.