A day out in Manchester means an opportunity to swim in the best pool around. 50m at the right temperature. I’ve been ill with a throat infection for a week so didn’t plan to push too hard. However, once warmed up, I was fine so I did 34 lengths (50m each, a mile).
A similar route to last year’s but with a better return route. It’s less hot and a refreshing North East breeze which helped significantly. Looking back, I think I was possibly ill with a bug last summer.
The photo was taken by two Slovakian guys who I then met later at the Repisol garage. They suggested a better route back for me which made a huge difference. The lanes were quiet and narrow.
Anyway, this was a successful ride which salved the debacle from last year. Maybe next time – Sa Colabra.
Recovering now but my throat is sore. Seriously, I haven’t caught something again??
I set off in the afternoon with 3 litres of water and no clear idea of a destination. A track peels off the road to Formentor so I took it. The path was indistinct and very uneven. Rocks here are sharp broken limestone and in places hidden by coarse grass. It led to a dried up stream and then onto this delightful little pebbly beach.
When I got there, there was a group of muscle men about to leave so I had the place to myself. Then a lovely young french couple from Brittany arrived by the same route as mine. She asked me about the route as they had no map – they’d followed me down.
Then they changed to swim. Such a good idea so I did the same. What an enchanted beautiful place.