…at Vobster Quay. So foggy was it that the nice people who work there said could we just swim widthways across the lake, and not all the way around or we’d be out of sight. We were happy to comply, and even going so far as suggesting we would be more visible merely standing on the shore looking at the freezing water.
We went in, of course. A brisk twice across at a little under six degrees was quite enough. A mere swim of 11 minutes, though on Saturday we went round in fifteen so I do think the grey went a little to our heads. It was still beautiful in the fog, in a you-are-the-only-ones-alive-and-you-won’t-last-either… sort of a way.