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Decline kind offer of overcast mid-September swim, sheepishly remembering how long it took, in July in the south of France, to throw myself into the mediterranean. Call yourself a Scot… Aberdonian grandfather labelled small me that worst of insults, “Sassenach!”, when I refused dips in a wintry North Sea.

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