Our group didn’t exist until last year. We had to put a disclaimer on our website as our numbers grew — just in case. As we drift further into the winter months, our newest additions will no doubt disengage until next summer. Only the founding members are here today. The two of us submerge into the inky-black waves — choppy silver ripples bubbling up around us. Splashing and breathing. The sky packed tight with grey-blue cloud. Big fat droplets, sliding down our goose-pimpled skin, scupper our attempts to get dry afterwards. Drenched, our towels sodden, we giggle and embrace the downpour.
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Paul A. Freeman
3/11/2023 10:45:50 am
You need a will of steel and a masochistic streak to swim in UK waters in winter.
Christa Loughrey
3/11/2023 08:10:36 pm
As children, we swam wherever we could all the year round. Can't remember when or why we all disengaged - I admire those who hang on in there after they grow up, Helen.
Sue Clayton
7/11/2023 06:45:56 am
Sounds like wild swimming. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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