The Light Fund Swim 11 tackle the longest individual leg yet as the enormity of the challenge hits. Rob Corney writes home.
They said the water would be 25 degrees – it’s 15.
Nobody mentioned the white horses out at sea that take on a sentient form, waiting to break before the swimmer is about to take a breath before rushing towards the cliffs to crash in a hiss of mirth at the unfortunate spluttering form left in the deeps.
And nobody mentioned the sight of John Coningham-Rolls in latex glove, Vaseline in hand which seemed to transport some members of the team back to better-forgotten schoolboy experiences consigned to the annals of memory by years of expensive therapy.
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