Stopped off at Kilmarnock services for breakie at the Clinically Obese Chef, I had a coffee whilst Isabelle tucked into a bacon omelette with hash browns and baked beans.
She needed to build her strength up for the long walk to the shops in Ayr town centre.
Competitors in rubber suits out numbered the swans which hung around like a group of neds just beyond the mouth of the river Doon.
The water was a balmy 14 degrees C. and things went well enough in the mass thrashing around although visibility was poor.
More so after being booted in the eye by someone in front.
This compressed the goggles like a sink plunger, one eyeball felt like it was being pulled out of it's socket which caused the further reduction in visibilty.
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