In 1954 when I was in the Army, on a June day we had driven our Daimler Dingo Scout Cars on a very hot dusty day. We were in Northern Germany on the Baltic Sea shore. We were all drenched in sweat.
We arrived near the shore, and into our swimming trunks. About 12 of us rushed down to the sea and went in. In less than a minute I was the only one left in. Too cold for the softies.
In the 80s MrsDP and I were in Cornwall and I went in the water. It was effing cold. This bloke came up with his dog and threw a tin can in which the dog retrieved.
He did this a couple of times and the can then sunk to the bottom. The dog was swimming round frantically trying to find it, but it was on the bottom about 8 ft down. I dived down and got the can and held it out for the dog. The dog snatched it out of my hand and felt a short sharp pain in my little finger. I eventually went out of the sea and dried myself off. About 5 minutes later I noticed that my finger was bleeding. It was so cold it took that long the blood to circulate to my finger.
We arrived near the shore, and into our swimming trunks. About 12 of us rushed down to the sea and went in. In less than a minute I was the only one left in. Too cold for the softies.
In the 80s MrsDP and I were in Cornwall and I went in the water. It was effing cold. This bloke came up with his dog and threw a tin can in which the dog retrieved.
He did this a couple of times and the can then sunk to the bottom. The dog was swimming round frantically trying to find it, but it was on the bottom about 8 ft down. I dived down and got the can and held it out for the dog. The dog snatched it out of my hand and felt a short sharp pain in my little finger. I eventually went out of the sea and dried myself off. About 5 minutes later I noticed that my finger was bleeding. It was so cold it took that long the blood to circulate to my finger.
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