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Just to keep the spirits up of all you good folk trapped in the bleak, snow-filled north, I thought that I'd post a picture of young Ezra enjoying a dip at our favourite swimming beach, down at Opossum Bay.

The water had a bit of nip to it (as did the hordes of Great Whites), but we managed.

Are you doing much swimming in your part of the world?
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Roddy said…
My job has me playing in lots of water, but swimming? No!
Pray tell? Is the child standing or sitting in the water?
One cool dude, whichever way!
4 January 2011 at 20:30
Dina said…
A great picture of Ezra the Brave.
4 January 2011 at 22:40
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he's standing.

Dina, I have a good video to upload too.
5 January 2011 at 09:51
Kate said…
What a tease you are; we are buried in snow!!
5 January 2011 at 21:40
Tess said…
...Ahh yes swimming in snow
6 January 2011 at 03:50
Kris McCracken said…
Kate, keep the boots on!

SS, I’d stick to the backstroke in that case…
6 January 2011 at 10:09
Carola said…
In winter I miss the outdoor swimming, in rivers, lakes, the ocean or a pool.
Once a week I go in a small indoor pool, just to be in the water and float, no big swimming then.
7 January 2011 at 04:38
Kris McCracken said…
I saw on the web this morning some Russians enjoying a dip in an ice-filled river.
7 January 2011 at 09:09
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