A Sunday stroll to the end of the East Pier. The tide was full, the sea oily smooth under the high pressure, anticyclonic conditions. A scramble of yachts was mobilising to the spaced starts for the various classes. Families ambled, kids on tricycles, double decker prams, power walkers, a bearded bard carrying his guitar case to play for change.
Another change in plans had me do the second pier and cover a total of 8.5 km. Snippets of overheard conversation strung out of context - you'd need the 16 gig - I'm walking on the pier - really bad, no really - hold on, I'm coming too. There were lots of Polish going to fish. A boy wearing a Biarritz rugby shirt, probably sad they lost to Toulouse last night in an uninspiring final.
SPONSOR WANTED: 8.5 KM
SPONSOR WANTED: 8.5 KM
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