Just Me and a Bird

It was a different experience swimming on my own this morning. I say swimming, but actually with the tide very much out, and having walked what felt like the length of two football pitches to get to the sea and another football pitch to reach water up to my waist, it was a weird kind of submersion. I really didn’t feel confident to be swimming almost off the coast of Fife.

My usual swimming companion has left for a month in France so it is now a case of use it or lose it and as using it requires travelling by bus and shank’s pony for 45 minutes, the commitment is definitely for mad people.

I am having another meal tonight in Nang Yang Malaysian Restaurant, this time with my niece and her husband. I have learned my lesson about portion sizes there and will aim for two starters rather than a main meal. Watch this space.