Thursday, 13 June 2013

Wild swimming

I've always loved swimming in the sea, although because most of my life I've lived close to the coast of Scotland, Ireland or Wales, I don't do it very often. One of my favourite holiday things in the world has been swimming in Greece, diving in off a smooth, sun warmed rock, or a yacht, and cutting through clear blue cool waters, welcome in the heat of the day.

But I've decided that you can't live your life longing for perfection and something that comes along every five or ten years, and so a couple of weeks ago I bought a sleek, snug, swimming wetsuit. Yes, it's Scotland. Yes, it's the North Sea. But give a girl a few millimetres of neoprene and the ocean is my oyster. I tried it out first at a reservoir in the Pentlands, with 120 mostly keen triathletes - fun, but a bit serious. And then I found the Wild Ones, a relaxed and welcoming bunch of people who swim every Sunday, and after work on summer evenings, at Edinburgh's own beach, Portobello, just for the enjoyment of being in the water. And most of them without wetsuits! I was impressed.

Someone from the Wild Ones posted this wonderful video of a Faroese lady - the swimming granny. Forget wearing purple, I think this is what I aspire to in my old age. Crazy in many people's eyes, but happy!



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