5.52am

I was accused of being late... the crew were sitting on the beach waiting.

No wetsuit for me or for K as we headed off to the black and red buoy in the beautiful calm and warm waters. I wasn’t even last to get there, which is always a pleasant surprise.

Such a stunning swim, which was just as well given the horrific case of swimmer’s itch which befell us. As your skin warms up it gets itchy. And itchier. And itchier. Scratching and clawing we headed to work. A shower and an antihistamine and scratching until lunchtime. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! It’s a known risk at times like this with calm water.

Will it stop me in future? Nah!