“I know!” I agreed. The course was about ten miles, mostly around the Arena, along the disused railway line towards the town of Cannes but with a big inland loop followed by the descent beside the stream to the secluded private bay and private beach followed by the short swim and the steep climb to the finishing line which was a quarter mile of so from the Arena, but we had to wear cloaks from the line to the Arena because that was along public roads. xxx 18 “You need seven inches of solid muscle,” I explained reasonably, “and a good soothing jet of creamy,”
“Georgina!” he protested.
