I'll wager most people couldn't see Mumbles when they set off for rowing today until they were practically on top of it. Fog? Mist? Low cloud? All three possibly.
No sooner had someone uttered the words ' I think it's clearing up', did the heavens open on our way to the boats.
But this is no sport for the faint-hearted, no, no! Two boat-loads ventured forth to the SWIGG and swept around the bay, one Celtic sweeping a considerably larger arch then the other, clearly feeling they hadn't suffered enough.
Despite intermittent downpours (300% less noticeable when you're putting your back into it) it was the grins and rosy cheeks that said it all as we put the boats away.
I for one got to test out my new waterproof, and jolly good it was too.