Into the Abyss

As I drove up onto the moors this morning, the fog that was swirling around became a pea souper. I could barely see the water that was ten feet away. It was windy and cold and the water temperature was 4°. We swam to the first buoy and back and that was enough, but it was great fun.

We weren’t the only swimmers. Others arrived and there was a great atmosphere as we all got in with whoops, yells, profanities and laughter.

On the way home I sang along to old favourites. It was very nostalgic….and even better, Anneka Rice read my text out (I had said I wanted A Mouse Lived in a Windmill . Maybe I should have requested something from Frozen. lol