It was a dark and stormy morning, I was swimming with Richard and Alfonso when the headless swimmer of Tooting Bec Lido appeared out of nowhere going at a supernatural speed through the water. I managed to get this one picture, a bit blurry (aren't they always). I think we'll have to call Scooby Doo to solve this mystery.
We did a very quick twelve length swim, the water didn't feel any colder, still around 10.5°C I think. The air was milder but I could have done without the rain.