I thought I was spending a weekend in London until I remembered it was Cowes week and as the sun was shining the Isle of Wight was beckoning. So off we sped to Lymington, jumped on the ferry and made it just in time to hitch a ride on the boats and join the party in the wharf.
The next day, somewhat cloudy headed, we ended up on the other side of the island at Sandown Bay by the wonderful Victorian pier. Amazing…it just happened to be the day of the annual Sandown to Shanklin sea swim. Clearly a huge event in the Cowes week calendar when the SERIOUS swimmers get together and race 2 miles from pier to pier..against the current! Lost in a spectacular crowd of red & yellow swimming caps and enthusiastic holiday makers I felt like we’d stepped onto the set of a mid-century movie. What a brilliantly British scene..brightly coloured beach huts, stripy deckchairs, swimming caps and the ever present windbreak. Love it!