11/11/2015 by Carl Reynolds
The sea is still a good 13/14C. Richard, another local swimmer, tells me it’s not been below 9C for the last two years. Good enough to train for longer sea swims and the madness of the NedFest, but not so cold I’ll be having ice bragging rights! As the sun arcs lower in the sky towards its mere grazing of the horizon at Yule, and the sky is more regularly clouded, the colours mute and merge. The odd blue espied in the sky is a boon to the heart, but part of me also welcomes the nestling in, the buffeting by the wind and rain and the slight pain as fingers and toes refill with blood after a longer swim.