Our weekend started with a wet and dry bob. The weather was kind to us and the catering goddesses were even kinder.

The dry bob celebrated a retirement.

The wet bob celebrated cold water and friendship.

The conversations were, as usual, wide ranging.

The burning question of reverse mermaids came up, and with that all manner of mythical creatures who are half human and half something else.

The garden of our retiring bobber is celebrating Spring in a magical way. Mr Tumnus did not put in an appearance for our party,but her garden is a little like Narnia without the snow.

Anne’s retirement gift was a pink bobbing sweatshirt.

And a version of this print which features our actual bobbers within a historical and mythical landscape.

We don’t dry bob as often as we should. Laughter is always on the agenda for both wet and dry bobs. Hard to tell which aspect  does us more good. The healthy, immune system boosting cold water swimming or the raucous belly laughs. Either way life is better with the Bobbers.