Rather the boy than me

The boy, myself and his mate ventured up to the Lakes today for the Great North swim tomorrow (the boys partaking, me spectating). Pictured is Coniston Water, where the Bluebird crashed in '67. Looks a bit chilly to me, let's hope Windermere is heated!

A lovely lamb dinner and a glass of red before residing to our vile apartment to watch the match sober for an early start in the morning. I made it to half time before hitting the sack to endure two rowdy couples partying till 4am then arguing till 6am.

Disturbed sleep is not good for the swimmers :(