14 Celsius

Self portrait after one circuit of the men's pond this afternoon. Water was 14 degrees. No leaves or feathers swallowed. Later talked to a chap who goes dancing 6 nights a week....mostly swing and tango. He admitted it was a form of addiction. The chilly water cuts through the usual reserve of Englishmen....complete strangers start conversations despite being stark naked.
I don't normally wear a hat but a nice old duffer let me borrow his to try it out.