Who would have thought it? It’s Saturday morning on the 10th of December 2011. I am standing on the edge of the grass verge where the sand begins. There is a cold wind and the sea is very rough. I do not know if it is a northerly or southerly blowing, but my guess is that it’s a northerly.
Although it is now only just gone 8am, I have both heard and seen people return from the beach in their wet suits and making an awful noise as they squidge and splash along.
As I stood on the beach front I was surprised by how few people (so I thought), were competing in the ocean swim race. I could count, maybe 40 people only in the water.
But then as we passed along some tents selling wet suits and others selling coffee, I found a small crowd of people hovering around a make shift notice board. On this board print outs of swim timings and results were stapled up. Judging by the number of sheets up there I came to the conclusion that they must be sending people deliberately out in smaller groups. These groups were no doubt separated by age and then seniority levels.