Up to quite recently I used to get up at 6.00am on a Sunday morning, even in the winter.
I used to drive about 30 miles and then at about 7.30 I would put on a dry suit and Scuba gear.
Then I would throw myself into a dark poor visibility, freezing cold, flooded quarry and thrash around at 20 - 30 metres for half an hour or so.
Then get out, strip naked to dry off and change into the warmest clothes I could find. Then enjoy a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea from the on site cafe.
Then drive home to wife who, it being Sunday morning, was enjoying a nice milky coffee and reading the papers.
She thought I was mad but I enjoyed it and now because of sinus problems, I miss it.
What do you call fun?
