Storm-Slapped

by Rachel, another visitor from across the pond who delights in tipping over the bins and making the sea heave and frown. After collecting the wean I threw a few balls for Lola on the little field near the school. Here's where my face got well-slapped. Then we took a ride to the Forty Foot, where we saw this pair in the nearby harbour. The wean took momentary shelter in the concrete changing room where an old gentleman was sitting with his iPad. In the Forty Foot itself we met a another friendly man (probably a bit older than me) who'd just taken a dip and appeared to be turning to ice on the spot. Oddly, he wore a kind of thong or mankini, rather out of place looking in this fierce, truly scrotumtightening weather.