the fifth day of summer
May. 7th, 2008 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've done my first ritual jump-in jump-out (repeat three times, until actual swimming takes place) of the Irish Sea.
I was stiff, before that. Not anymore.
Fish and chips, and walking, and some time in the back garden reading a chapter of Richard Horsley's book on Second Temple Judaism, and now I eat M&Ms - many M&Ms - and relax.
Because, really. This weather isn't going to last.
I was stiff, before that. Not anymore.
Fish and chips, and walking, and some time in the back garden reading a chapter of Richard Horsley's book on Second Temple Judaism, and now I eat M&Ms - many M&Ms - and relax.
Because, really. This weather isn't going to last.
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:37 pm (UTC)If we got to live in Tassie - I am going to have to get a new 7mm. I dived there this last winter and the water was 15. Beautiful dive, just hell on hands and feet and ears. But catching spiny lobster, spear fishing or even abalone means spending a long time in the water.
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-08 03:43 pm (UTC)But it is odd, what seems normal to one and strange to another. I've swum in the Caribbean* in November, and had raised eyebrows. In Gozo in March, the locals asked me wasn't I cold? when I went swimming. It was so warm.
So, you know. Mileage varies. :)
*One holiday, when I was ten, which I shall remember fondly forever, and not just because it was my first overseas holiday.