My wetsuit’s swan song for the season went pretty well, I mean it is still a case of the ultimate Chinese Burn at every epidermal point of contact, but as with birthing babies, there is an endgame.

I would say that as antagonistic as my wetsuit can be, it has served me well for this Summer of 2015. We’ve had our ups and downs, capsized, face planted into the waves, we’ve travelled miles on a laminated piece of polystyrene over froth and swell, and  we’ve squelched into coffee shops, restaurants and crowded public places together.

All in all we have become very close, clingy even.