28/07/2013 by Carl Reynolds
The day previous, Lynne had told us a story about swimming round Burgh Island in February. She retold her fear and exhilaration about being in 15ft swell, but had not tried to go around since. So we made a plan and came down to Bigbury for a mid-morning circuit. As I left my accommodation ten miles away it was peeing it down. At Bigbury it was sunny.
“We should go anti-clockwise”, Lynne said, “The water won’t be working against us as much.” We spied some Swimtrekkers coming round supported by a rib and chatted to them about their delight at going round later. With many pauses to chat and absorb the feeling of being gently taken up and down whilst gazing at rocks; and the cliffs and people waving at us from high above, the spell was broken. And then a walk around the island I’ve swum around three times, but never strolled around.