Early morning and our bobbing zone was like the M25. The motorway that circles London. Pre-work swimmers were getting their laps in while we walked our dogs. Then just like the tide they ebbed away and by 9:30 our little bay was down to about 25 less driven swimmers/bobbers.

The 9:30 bobbers were driven by cake and chatter but we stayed in the water a very long time in order to deserve the cake.

Naval personnel provided additional waves, making three rapid passes just beyond the swimming zone. Helicopters were also very busy buzzing about. The curious thing is how much love the bobbers have for our tiny, busy bay. I can’t even remember why we chose this place as our habitual swim zone. The other beach, by the pool, is easier and more popular. But for the bobbers, Tranquility Bay is home.

And the bay that all others are judged against. Other bays may be warmer or more exotic but this little bay is where our bobbers gather and that is what makes it special. In other news an effective waterproof camera has been bought. The Bobbers as you have never seen them before.

Have a great weekend.

Never seen before on this blog the steps and the tarmac promenade that overlooks our bay.

For book lovers the Tarmac Promenade leads off The Salt Path. Unlike The Salt Path the Tarmac Path and the stories that unfold from it are genuine, only moderately embellished and none of  the bobbers have taken more than the odd biro from their previous employers.

Although once there was a voyeur on the Tarmac Promenade. Someone should write a book!