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While you‘re waiting, I‘ll admit to you that I dilly-dallied finishing my audiobook in August, dragging it out into September so that it could make an appearance on the bracket later this month. I didn‘t want it to have to compete with Tuck Everlasting! But joke‘s on me because it‘s definitely going to end up competing once it wins Sept. vs. Oct. 🙈 The suspense!

I‘ve been reading Lynn‘s swimming diaries for months (which is the way to do it; slowly, at your leisure). I‘m feeling a bit bereft now that the book won‘t be my constant companion!

Lynn was a wild swimmer who explored the Devon coast. She details her “aquamarine wanderings,” full of every shade of blue, green, gray & copper. She describes Moon Gazey (full moon) swims with friends, followed by thermoses of hot beverages & small cakes. Heaven.👇🏻

Livin‘ the dream (in a rented cabin in Maine). ✨

Check this place out! It‘s Tinside Lido, a 1930‘s Art Deco pool filled with filtered seawater.

OK, UK. Okay.

“It‘s evening and the sun is low, flooding Bovisand with light reflected from sea, sky, and wet sand. The inlet glows softly, guarded by dark rocks pointing out to Cornwall like dragon‘s feet.

Occasionally, the growl of a boat engine augments the reptilian grumble and crash of the sea. The breakwater appears to hover in a fairytale cloud. We bob around and leap through waves while gulls float nearby in puddles of light.”

Hi, I just learned about conger eels.

New fear IMMEDIATELY realized. Here‘s a dead one that washed up on a Devon beach. Did I just torture myself further by reading an article about an Irish swimmer who had his face attacked so viciously that he required plastic surgery? I sure did!

Book club meeting next week (for which I have not read).

One guess as to whether this is my book club book…