At the local pool here I saw this poster advertising a local ocean swimming club which started back swimming a couple of weeks ago.  They swim on Sunday mornings at a beach near me (sorry I’m not going to disclose which beach or what the group calls themselves, if you are a member, email me and I’ll let you in on the secret).

Usually I go for a surf with the boys on a Sunday morning but sometimes it is a Saturday and since I was keen to check out this group I told the boys to make it Saturday this week which we did.

Yesterday afternoon (Saturday), was an afternoon watching Rugby World Cup at my place with people dropping in and out and the BBQ on and off as people nibbled instead of really eating a set meal.  Was a nice casual Aussie Saturday arvo by the barbie.  We had a few drinks but I was in bed at a sensible time and not too drunk.  This is important, because it meant I woke up early on Sunday feeling great and ready for a swim.

I went down to the meeting spot (which is right by a Surf Life Saving Club – although not officially part of it) and got there ten minutes before they started.

Good bunch of people, maybe twenty or so, mostly older, couple of high school kids who were obviously part of the Surf Life Saving Club from their swimwear.  I didn’t count but of the ten guys that were there, eight were wearing speedos and two were wearing wetsuits.  I had expected to speedo it up and was wearing my new pair of red speedos that Paul the Politician gave me recently.  They look awesome if I do say so myself.