Got up early to get down to the sea before it got too hot. No chance of that. It was windy and cool on top of the Carmel.
Once on the beach, people were dressed as if for Siberia (or Norway in December, at least). Come to think of it, some of them had possibly even visited Siberia, if not exactly originated from there.
And yet, although dull, the wind was not cold, especially to someone from Manchester. But the sea on the Dado was fierce and as the Meridian approached with its break-water (is that the word in English, I wonder, I can't quite remember), the signs were not promising.
The walkway across the tiny Meridian beach to the lifeguard's hut and rail, where swimmers hang up their belongings, is now in real evidence. I have no idea why they think this will improve the beach. There are taps all around to wash sand off your feet in any case.
So I asked the workmen if it was OK to swim? What I meant was, 'Is it dangerous?' What they obviously thought I meant was 'Is it permitted?'
'Yes', they said, 'There's the life-guard'.
So I approached the hut and shouted the same question up to his window. 'Yes' he said, 'But only near the shore'. Knowing the water to be pretty shallow within the confines that he had indicated, I had a think and then he said'
'Maybe not today'.
So we smiled and I walked the mile back down the pier to the bus. And reflected that from mid November to mid March there had been no lifeguard and the water had been perfectly safe most of the time. And some of us - mainly Russian - had swum at least twice a week.
Now that it was officially summer (from April 19th), with first aid and life-guards abounding, it was also permitted to swim, oficially and in every other way, but in fact common sense told you otherwise.
And this is one of the big differences between Israel and Britain.
Because in Britain, people would have understood what I meant by 'OK' and said 'No'.
Still the walk was great and when I got back, there was Common Ground waiting for me in the post-box, sent by David Gifford, the CEO of the Council of Christians and Jews.
I haven't managed to read it yet, but just glancing at the cover I had thought that it was the Catholic Tablet. The latter's April 21st edition was, in my view, a masterpiece and what religious journalism should be all about. I hope to blog on some of its articles and features in the near future, time permitting.
This is its current issue: