23 Days to Boxing Day.

Pondering efficiency. Hmmm, Tuesday turned out to be rather efficient. Some Wednesday things were achieved a day early. Dawn today saw me with the realisation that I had some free time. The Bobbers had a morning swim planned which I realised I should no longer avoid.

I’ve been 5 weeks without a cold-water swim. 5 weeks also without putting the world to rights with my bobbing friends. 5 weeks without bobbing cake.

My early morning consideration was to wear a wetsuit or not. A wetsuit is a tedious adjunct to a bob so the decision  was made to go into the sea in skin. A great decision as it turns out. Chilly for certain but a real mental and physical boost. Bobbing friends are one of the great positives of the COVID years.

My efficiencies of yesterday were largely centred on the tennis club that I help to run. I was there very early and took the photo below.

The tennis club has two grass courts, a fabulous garden and a spectacular location. I found a lovely piece of prose about gardens last night. Written by Derek Jarman in 1990, a favourite Punk Polymath of mine. The two needed to be put together.

So D for 26 Days to Boxing Day has emerged. D for Dawn.