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Posted 12th August 2020 in the Club's internal blog.

"I de-ferried, looked to the left along Studland Beach (thousands of people all plonked on the sand mooing) and then to the right (silence). The water there looked inviting too so in I went.

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Posted 12th August 2020 in the Club's internal blog."I de-ferried, looked to the left along Studland Beach (thousands of people all plonked on the sand mooing) and then to the right (silence). The water there looked inviting too so in I went.Maybe 20 minutes of wading in clear warm water on flat sand including crossing a jetty and then it went to stones so - switch to fins and pick a target.Boy do I smell bad now. It just got more and more rank – the mud was exactly the kind of colour as to probably not be mud and it stank. I daren’t wade barefoot in that as god knows what would get in through a cut (and its Shell Bay at this point so..) so when it got too shallow to swim I stretched out and finned using the tow buoy to lift my torso out of the water.The photo where my fins are in shot I’m sitting in filth just off the beach trying to decide if a barefoot stoney walk back around would be safer than a swim back – as it was I clamped my mouth shut and swam.It’s amazing how it clears as you approach the harbour entrance – flat sand and clear clean water just a half mile away from what smelt like an open sewer – that’s a definite Never Go Back place (assuming I survive the night). I have showered and scrubbed and I still smell like a blocked drain. I could rent myself out to pubs to get their competitors bad reviews on TripAdvisor. Second shower I reckon then beer and pie and forget it ever happened. Uch.On the upside – one enduring memory of this summer will be running for the Studland ferry barefoot with my new red bike in one hand and my fins and inflated tow buoy in the other, still dripping and covered in sand. They let me on barefoot but not without a mask – the New Normal.".. Posted 12th August 2020 in the Club's internal blog."I de-ferried, looked to the left along Studland Beach (thousands of people all plonked on the sand mooing) and then to the right (silence). The water there looked inviting too so in I went.Maybe 20 minutes of wading in clear warm water on flat sand including crossing a jetty and then it went to stones so - switch to fins and pick a target.Boy do I smell bad now. It just got more and more rank – the mud was exactly the kind of colour as to probably not be mud and it stank. I daren’t wade barefoot in that as god knows what would get in through a cut (and its Shell Bay at this point so..) so when it got too shallow to swim I stretched out and finned using the tow buoy to lift my torso out of the water.The photo where my fins are in shot I’m sitting in filth just off the beach trying to decide if a barefoot stoney walk back around would be safer than a swim back – as it was I clamped my mouth shut and swam.It’s amazing how it clears as you approach the harbour entrance – flat sand and clear clean water just a half mile away from what smelt like an open sewer – that’s a definite Never Go Back place (assuming I survive the night). I have showered and scrubbed and I still smell like a blocked drain. I could rent myself out to pubs to get their competitors bad reviews on TripAdvisor. Second shower I reckon then beer and pie and forget it ever happened. Uch.On the upside – one enduring memory of this summer will be running for the Studland ferry barefoot with my new red bike in one hand and my fins and inflated tow buoy in the other, still dripping and covered in sand. They let me on barefoot but not without a mask – the New Normal.".. Posted 12th August 2020 in the Club's internal blog."I de-ferried, looked to the left along Studland Beach (thousands of people all plonked on the sand mooing) and then to the right (silence). The water there looked inviting too so in I went.Maybe 20 minutes of wading in clear warm water on flat sand including crossing a jetty and then it went to stones so - switch to fins and pick a target.Boy do I smell bad now. It just got more and more rank – the mud was exactly the kind of colour as to probably not be mud and it stank. I daren’t wade barefoot in that as god knows what would get in through a cut (and its Shell Bay at this point so..) so when it got too shallow to swim I stretched out and finned using the tow buoy to lift my torso out of the water.The photo where my fins are in shot I’m sitting in filth just off the beach trying to decide if a barefoot stoney walk back around would be safer than a swim back – as it was I clamped my mouth shut and swam.It’s amazing how it clears as you approach the harbour entrance – flat sand and clear clean water just a half mile away from what smelt like an open sewer – that’s a definite Never Go Back place (assuming I survive the night). I have showered and scrubbed and I still smell like a blocked drain. I could rent myself out to pubs to get their competitors bad reviews on TripAdvisor. Second shower I reckon then beer and pie and forget it ever happened. Uch.On the upside – one enduring memory of this summer will be running for the Studland ferry barefoot with my new red bike in one hand and my fins and inflated tow buoy in the other, still dripping and covered in sand. They let me on barefoot but not without a mask – the New Normal.".. Posted 12th August 2020 in the Club's internal blog."I de-ferried, looked to the left along Studland Beach (thousands of people all plonked on the sand mooing) and then to the right (silence). The water there looked inviting too so in I went.Maybe 20 minutes of wading in clear warm water on flat sand including crossing a jetty and then it went to stones so - switch to fins and pick a target.Boy do I smell bad now. It just got more and more rank – the mud was exactly the kind of colour as to probably not be mud and it stank. I daren’t wade barefoot in that as god knows what would get in through a cut (and its Shell Bay at this point so..) so when it got too shallow to swim I stretched out and finned using the tow buoy to lift my torso out of the water.The photo where my fins are in shot I’m sitting in filth just off the beach trying to decide if a barefoot stoney walk back around would be safer than a swim back – as it was I clamped my mouth shut and swam.It’s amazing how it clears as you approach the harbour entrance – flat sand and clear clean water just a half mile away from what smelt like an open sewer – that’s a definite Never Go Back place (assuming I survive the night). I have showered and scrubbed and I still smell like a blocked drain. I could rent myself out to pubs to get their competitors bad reviews on TripAdvisor. Second shower I reckon then beer and pie and forget it ever happened. Uch.On the upside – one enduring memory of this summer will be running for the Studland ferry barefoot with my new red bike in one hand and my fins and inflated tow buoy in the other, still dripping and covered in sand. They let me on barefoot but not without a mask – the New Normal."..
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