Swimming day 409 - Thursday 19th January 2012

Time to get the lunatic back to the asylum before the normal folk wake up.

I was at the arch at 7.05am (having not slept for more than an hour due to the lovely littleuns at home) and the wind was so fierce that the sea looked like it had been on boil all night.  By 7.10am, being all alone, I decided that it was nuts to be there and turned of the lights, shut the door and headed out.  That was when it all went wrong! As I shut the door I was faced with Mike and then big Bob, then Little Bob and Lindy.  Before I new it four of us (not Mike) were in our swim gear and heading down to the girly beach for a pilchard; Mike was the key holder and staying far back from the madness.  There we were on the girly beach faced with monster waves; actually frightening to behold when you are that close.  Lying down on the shore with the waves crashing over you is crazy at the best of times, but when the waves are that big and literally push you metres up the beach and then try to drag you back into its grip then you know you are playing where only the crazies play.  When the “big one” hit us we all gingerly realised our folly and headed back up the beach and then straight on the groin to finish up with a groin shower (you have to be there to understand it!).  I can’t really describe the feeling and exhilaration of this, but it was brilliant; a mountain of freezing back massages starting way up high and hitting you with force.  Tremendous and nuts at the same time!