Sandy Shoes

I left the house in the dark, in drizzle and almost swim ready under my Dry Robe.
It was 8:15 am and I was getting a lift to Porty to have my Tuesday dook.
Fortunately the drizzle stopped but with a north wind and the highest tide I‘ve encounterd at Porty, the waves weren’t taking prisoners. There was no actual swimming, just a case of jumping the waves and trying to keep on one’s feet as they crashed on shore

There were four other ladies braving the sea as we made our exit. Who should also be there but the male star jumper we noticed on Friday. No star jumps today but he filmed himself running into the sea in his birthday suit. According to the other ladies, he does this a lot but it it is certainly not gratuitously sexual for the benefit of the proper Porty stravaigers.
I think he must be uploading the videos to a site like TikTok.

I am about to bake a ginger loaf which is advertised as needing just 3 ingredients-SR flour, soft brown sugar and ginger beer. I can’t quite belief that something vital hasn’t been missed out.