Didn't See No Ferry

Today was intended to be a huge, productive study and schoolwork Sunday. My friends offered some relaxing alternatives. Elizabeth and I went to the Steeple Church in Dundee. The church is 822 years old and still going. Around 85% of the constituents were children when the first stone was laid. The message as far as I could discern was that leadership is lonely so be accepting of all people, so standard Episcopalian mantra. Perhaps.

Mark and I then lifted. My shoulders were sore, sore from swimming the other day. Gosh it was so nice swimming with Marcel. The water at this pool has a reasonable temperature, unlike the ice water at Turner Center. I got yelled at by a huge (fat) bearded lifeguard for wearing my shoes on the pool deck. The British and Dundee school people are real sticklers on rules.

After the lift we bused over to Broughty Ferry which insures that I will have traveled somewhere every weekend since I got here and for the rest of the time. The temperature was in the low 60s and windy, but we have been conditioned to celebrate like it was the first day of summer. The beach was pleasant with tan sand and straw scattered about. I put my feet in the chill water just to say I did. We did pretty much nothing but lay down. My crew was Marcel, Gretta, Mark, Leoni, and Michael. I took two pictures of myself, as seen below. I was giddy, silly happy to be chilling out. I can look quite foolish.

We ended the day with some ice cream and Guinness. Boomshakalaka.