J and I managed 10 swims during September. We trotted down to the beach on the 1st of October to find the sands all but inundated with people (well, there were a couple of families). It was the Spring school holidays. Half a dozen wet-suited swimmers were in the water and some toddlers were playing in the shallows.
J and I swam in our bathing suits, revealing bare shoulders and legs. We tried to look sniffily down our noses at the wet suited ones but actually they went further out than we usually do, and swam with really powerful strokes and, so, I'll give those guys a point or two for professionalism. The trouble with us is that we get carried away talking to each other during our swimming sessions and sometimes we stop swimming to expound on a theory, gesticulating wildly to prove a point. Oh dear.
Bright spot, however: we did stay in longer than the wet-suited ones.
Oh, a couple of weeks ago, Wellington had hail. I was surprised when I looked at the photo that I took from out of a relative's front doorway. There appear to be fairy bubbles floating around. Or did my cheap ratty camera actually capture the hailstones mid-flight?