For the third time in living memory, the club declared our river to be unsafe for swimming.
Three days ago, a deluge of rain and a sewerage overflow turned the river brown, a colour which may or may not have been mud.
We all arrive on Sunday morning, 11am, for our races, and find a river innocent of swimmers. Even the fish seem to have fled.
The tide is up, but we're not up for it!
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| High tide, but we don't like what we see |
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| No one swimming in this river... |
The sun is shining, the conversation is convivial, so we hang around the club house.
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| The dog takes Margaret for a walk |
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| Secret umbrella business |
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| Secret men's business |
A club tradition - the quiz - is next. Scott is our quiz master, and he has an assistant to hold the plastic bag containing prizes for the right answer.
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| Raising questions... |
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| Ready with the answer... |
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| I just love this photo |
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| Some answers raise a laugh |
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| An answer... |
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| A winner |
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| The tide goes out, and it is still yuk. |
1 comment:
When oh when will we have it all?
We swam in the rain, the water was clean; we socialized in the sun, the water was filthy!
But at least, we keep on smiling.....
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