OFF THE Leash The Ben Trovato Column
"Once the sun had reached an appropriate position in the sky, I wrangled myself into my wetsuit. The exertion was too much, and I had a little lie-down before getting into the car and driving to Point."
My parents, girlfriends and one or two wives have all, at one time or another, accused me of being lazy. My defence that the sloth is my spirit animal carried very little weight. I would now like all of them to know that if it wasn't for my laziness – particularly on 14 July – I might not be
