Pitter patter of raindropsThursday evening's forecast didn't look good. Freezing rain changing to rain. I wondered who would turn up for Thursday evening practice. As I caught sight of the harbour I felt elated. Clyde, Dean, Dennis, and Karen were already there. Not long after Sean pulled in.
We just hung out, did a bit of rock hopping and some rolls. The cold water felt like icicle daggers in my ears. What good fun!
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