Feels like heaven

I headed down to Loch Lomond to meet Cammie this morning for a swim at 6.15. The loch was beautifully calm and not another soul to be seen. The new thermometer told us that the water was a balmy 9 degrees, a little better than the air temperature which was about 5.

We managed 45 minutes, a little more than the guys managed last week so that feels like progress. At the black buoy, we both thought about suggesting an attempt for Cameron House which had the bright yellow seaplane outside. However, sense prevailed and we thought best not to head further out in case we got cold. So back to the witch's hat, the beach before swimming straight into the sunshine towards shore.

JT would think this whole thing would be hell. I know it's not hell; it wasn't warm enough!