16/06/2013 by Carl Reynolds
Swimming in the sea is elating, but this potential for elation comes with it’s counterpoint of danger. We little apes are swimming in an immensity which we can only superficially comprehend. Yesterday I was privileged to swim with the competitors in the BLDSA’s Championship of Champions; a 5, then 3, then 1 mile swim in the sea in Dover Harbour. Several completed it all. Of those I know – Ella Dunn, John Donald, Philip Hodges and my co-Tooting adventurer, Pip Barry. But I am sure others did too – Bel, Jeremy, Sian and Mark? Ella the Mermaid, swam it all through stings, choppy chop, puking and laughing – as her blog said, “Cancer Sucks”, and swimming is easy in comparison. Pip, the hatless wonder, was last, but certainly not least. Not the least of which because I had to lend him some budgies – see below. I was out after 5km, arm jabbing me with needles of pain, but strangely not cold at all after 1hr 50m in 12.5C water.
And this morning, the deflation. A friend of a friend, caught by the vagaries of the sea, died swimming yesterday. Swim with care people, but do not be too careful or you will not wonder or wander. And life without those would not be life at all.