It has been a long, long wait, but at last the clear winter waters have arrived. Clear enough to see the bottom two hundred metres out from the beach and to watch the sea urchins grazing the seabed. Clear enough to feel like I was swimming IN the ocean, rather than ploughing across its murky surface. And clear enough to watch and learn from Ben and Mizukami-san as they slid through the water ahead of me.
Afterwards, we went for lunch at our new post-swim haunt, the oddly named H and Cafe. Are the owners inspired by two Londoners called Harry and Catherine? I must ask them. Anyway, the atmosphere is relaxed, the jazz music soothing, and the food quite excellent.