...as reported from somewhere in the North Sea.
This morning, I was dragged out of bed at 4am to join the St Andrews Uni students in their annual May Dip. I was rather taken aback that, with the rather small Castle Sands and the staircase, the only means of access, which winds its way down the treacherous cliffs overlooking the beach, packed with nigh on a thousand eager participants, making it impossible for paramedics to get to any unfortunate soul who may have just been rescued from drowning, the Health and Safety Gestapo, who are normally so enthusiastic to inflict little miseries on our day to day lives, were nowhere in sight. I guess they are blissfully ignorant of this reverie. Moments of escape like this are to be relished. Please do your best to make sure they don't find out about it.
Here are a few pictures:
If you are in this picture and you would like me to destroy all copies of it, then I am open to bribes. Prices start at twenty quid.
But, frankly, if you're prepared to strip to the buff in full view of, maybe, a thousand or two onlookers, then you had this coming.
Sorry about the poor quality of the pictures, but by the time the sun had come up and the light was good enough, I had put my camera away and plunged into the sea myself.
