04/04/2013 by Carl Reynolds
Mrs Ape, being fed up with the ridiculously elongated British winter, persuaded me to take a weeks holiday on the Costa Brava. Unbeknown to us the mercurial jet stream had abandoned the British Isles and is currently to be found hovering over northern Spain, bringing much changeable weather with it. So all a bit like a Brit spring should be like – choppy sea, air temp in low teens, sea temp just over double figures and moments of sun punctuated with regular downpours. Making me feel at home, when I want to feel sunburnt and embraced by a tepid, or at least cool, sea; rather than a fresh sea.
I should perhaps avoid the word ‘fresh’, as a couple of older women staying in the same hotel, pointed out that older sea swimmers often inform their offspring, in a vain attempt to reassure them, that the sea is ‘fresh’ when swimming in it year round. Perhaps I am getting old?
Back to the beach. It’s a km to the far beach and back; and around 300m to the statue of Diana. Yesterday it was a little choppy, so I was off to the far beach and back. Today it’s a little wilder, so it was off to Diana and back and few times. It’s now, a hour or so later, whitecapping, so we will be off to the lovely Castle Beach later, as its a little more sheltered.
I am at the moment wondering how the f**k I am going to swim for six hours in this temp, when I return to the Med in two weeks time.