08/11/2015 by Carl Reynolds
Lashing rain against the window and howls bouncing down the chimney provided a strong temptation to stay tucked up next to Mrs Ape, sip slowly on a cup of tea, drift in and out of liminal states to Radio 3 and have breakfast at some later, more civilised, hour. But. I am uncivilised and in need of a swim. But not a briny one. And after promising to support the pool at Buckfastleigh by co-producing an Ice Gala (January 24th 2016 in your diaries please!), I though it’d be untoward of me not to drop in for their Saturday morning cold water and cake session. We bumped into a few people we’d not seen for a while (John and Helen from Plymouth); one we’d seen last week in the woods (Hi Jo); and met some more outdoor swimmers (sorry, I’ve forgotten your names already…must be the man-opause), before lapping up and down their wonderful 21m long, unheated, pool and tucking into a chocolate cake post swim. And back via a lay-by to view the raging Dart and an understanding that this was a river that we would not of got back out of.