2 weeks on from the greatest swim of the year, we return to Shelly. A roaring southerly wind whips us, glad we’re not naked this time. No pagan orgy either. I forget my towel. The 6am swimming headlights head back to Manly as we arrive. Still dark, no-one here, (didn’t the dinghys get removed?), and we are missing the Capless cafe…..
Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
I correspond with Guy. His thermometer is definitely broken. He assures me that ‘it felt positively balmy on my legs this morning..15s are still a way off’ … yeah 600m off, it’s like Tasmania at Shelly
Hey, now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey, now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid
Caroline’s Pitch Report:
17.2 it’s cloudy. It’s dark. South Steyne is heaving. Take your pick. Plenty of swimmers about. Water movement all over the bay. Frangi says his standard 2-4 foot waves. Can’t see anything in the dark.
Fingerbone has a romantic moment in the shower with some Drinks Express legends
and today’s controversy … Caroline has been caught artificially enhancing her speed by shoving lots of small fish down her bathers. Fast ones too. Didn’t actually ask where they went, but word on the street is that a special DX committee meeting may be needed to sort out. I’ve offered to supply some homemade rum for the spectacle.
Two the potential judges, Sneaky and Perky, do a deal. Caroline may be back to the bog roll swim for a period of time (hope that bull shark we saw Caroline has moved on!)
The baker pours his water off the wall. He rarely checks if anyone is sitting below, but softens the blow by offering cake.
The reward… a very large coffee and a fire…
Thanks for the swim and coffee Team. Remember don’t let your true love run cold!
Rusty the Fish & Caroline by the beach & The Waffler
Meanwhile down in Tasmania, a real Machine Men moment. Stealthy has a refreshing swim after torturing one of his children by trekking across Tasmania in the snow. (note Machine Men don’t wear wetsuits, we’re tough.. except for Faahany who’s soft… and Rubberman but he’s has an excuse he’s English)
this song is for you Stealthy: