Not the wetsuit brand, but the style of swimming adopted by some old timers at Tooting Bec. At around 8.30, four swimmers got in and swam in a line for a kilometre or so. It would have been challenging if you'd have been coming the other way. It reminded me of a film I saw of Orcas lined up swimming towards their seal prey. Maybe these four were hunting down triathletes?
Had a nice chat with Pip, saw a group of wimmin practice a very bizarre synchronised swimming routine with Ingaland footballs, and swam three kilometres.
Lovely.
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