North Steyne smells bad. Like smelling salts, really gets up your nose, but instead of waking up, it knocks you cold.
more pipe exposed than usual. Anti corrosive paint that hasn't corroded yet is very slippery.
Peeling back the layers. Lip syncing to your favourite song. A familiar morning routine. But it doesn't flow at the moment.
These here are crazy times. Try keeping heart in mind.
Introducing Mr Poo, our newest BnB member. Ian found him floating at the water's edge. He has a happy face & a sad face. Today's pollution levels has brought a smile. Ian has been swimming since last Tuesday, having seen the storm water 'flush' subside.
Early swimmers heading for a Drinks Express run.
Drinksy is back, where have you been?
Jon slept in? Rushing to catch up.
I wasn't going in. Until Sergeant Trooper recruited me for a FFF special.
Line up, chin up. Get ready. Rant. Run, Swim, go
Ladies Rant. Happy birthday Sophie.
At times there was a grabbing at the ankles, hopefully seaweed. It had a toilet paper consistency but I'm sure that was just my imagination.
This here will make you cry. I'm being skinned alive.
When you roll, your skin flies off, and the teardrops flow.
On patrol
For those not keen, there is always a round of Duck Duck Goose.
It's been a disjointed few weeks for many of the BnB. Personally I've managed a couple of swims to Shelley a week without too many problems. Murky is not my favourite colour though. And this week, I've been farting like a donkey, maybe it was something I ate? I'm suspicious of what lies in the bay in wait for me. I scull a can of full strength coke on Stealthie's recommendation. The whisky I'll leave for later.
Thanks for the swim and coffee Team. Remember don't let your true love run cold!
carolinebythebeach and Rusty the Fish
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