I’m just getting used to the idea of going in the sea in November. I have some doubts about my sanity. I’m not quite sure why as I used to water ski on the river Trent on Boxing day – I was about 18 then tho. Also, I did a stint as a lifeguard on Langold lake, north Notts., at around about the same time. Also, I got dunked in the sea one February, a couple of years ago, by Frank when he tripped over his own legs at Oxwich. The sea did not feel cold at all then but when you’ve got half a ton of horse thrashing around you and you think you might die, then being cold is the last thing on your mind. Wonderful thing adrenaline- it takes all the pain (and cold) away in situations like that. Still….it does feel a bit weird to be walking into the sea when everyone else on the beach is wearing hats and scarves….
Also, I’m aware of my age…I’m 64…I’ve got high blood pressure…. I know I’m a risk taker so I can’t always trust my own judgement- I think I’ve been very lucky so far. .. I had a good swim yesterday…. I would have stayed in longer maybe if someone had been swimming with me. The only bit that felt cold was my shoulders …. I didn’t feel cold anywhere else. Getting out…getting dressed… Well I’ve felt MUCH colder on the beach at Skeggy as a kid… I felt great after. I think I’m probably much more likely to kark it walking up that long steep path from the beach to the cliff tops, where the car was parked. My little charity shop ruck sack full of wet cozzie, neoprene long sleeve top,gloves , socks, sea shoes and damp towel… my huge fluffy dry robe which was so welcome on the beach is now a bag I am boiling in… Eeeeesh! Once home its a tin of soup, cheese on toast, and a drink of kefir. Bed and instant sleep.

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