Didn't even look out back today, just headed straight for the beach. Forecast has been on fire for the weekend although 2 degrees (35F) is enough to keep you on your toes. That said, all I could feel were blocks of ice where my feet should have been. A school boy error of too much haste, left me without boots and the dilemma of a short surf, or the drive of shame. I opted for the former, and can just about feel my toes again. Thank goodness for Finisterre socks, and thank you for the new ones that arrived (by coincidence) this very morning.