So, cut to Sat 13 June, 8.50am, and to 2 svelt wet suit clad, slightly nervous figures doing their final stretches on Ryde sand whilst Mrs G does her best to say how close the other side looks (!?) and how great the conditions are. One of these 2 is a lie...
5 minutes later, the boys were off, and Mrs G was left to nervously watch from the shore as they and the two support RIBs (thank you so much Will, Ness, Anna, Mark and Mrs P) headed off to sunny Southsea...
Two hours, one hovercraft speedy zip for Mrs G, about 20,000 strokes from the swimmers, a fair dose of cramp and a welcome lack of cargo ships later, we were on the other side, cheering the boys home.
What an effort.
Si, Dom - I am totally impressed and so proud of you - it was a long long way to go.
Shame the post-swim beer guzzling was less impressive. Next time, more drinking, less snoozing.
Great work. What a morning. Please don't do it again.
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