Last night the bobbers went out, out. To  a silent disco under the watchful gaze of twenty ships figureheads.

One more ready to party than most. For once the bobbers did not get their clothes off in a public space but danced the night away until they had no more moves left in any cell of their bodies. For a change there were no frozen boobs or toes.

Just sweaty ears from the headphones and aching knees from lives well lived.

We were there to celebrate  International  Womens Day. But beyond that we were out with our tribe. A group of people who built a tribe of cold water swimmers, who came together initially 2 meters apart, to exercise by swimming in the sea at least once a week during the Covid Pandemic. So much water has washed over our bodies and passed under the metaphorical bridge since the first British Covid lockdown which started 5 years ago today. But Bobbing with Bobbers has been an accidental scaffolding that has supported us all into the post-Covid era with friends to do mad stuff with.

P.s One Bobbers  exercise tracker said she danced for more than 6 miles.