I was all hot and bothered yesterday evening and decided that the only thing that would sort me out was a dip in the ocean. This is really the first week since December that the sea has been behaving in terms of being calm. That surge of storms that started before Christmas put a stop to any hope of being able to take to the sea in safety.
I’d been out at the beach earlier in the day and could feel that the time was right to make my grand return.
I announced to son, Harry, at about 5pm that I was going for a swim and that I hoped I wouldn’t drown from the shock of the cold. He didn’t bat an eyelid and just said: Enjoy yourself.’ He and hubby know full well that a swim is a cure-all for all my woes ~ big or small.
It was a mad rush to the Mount Everest of ironing to try and find my swimming gear which I suspected was buried somewhere in the tangle of clothes, sheets, towels, socks … Having fired the lot onto the floor, I found what I was looking for and hightailed it out to Garrarus.
The sea was blue as blue as was the sky, where the moon was taking a look at the luncatic below:
I raced into the waves and it was like returning to my native heath ~ coming home. I was so thrilled to be back in touch with the waters I love that I didn’t even feel the cold, if it was cold.
And floating in the sea, it was lovely to look up at the tall cliffs that provide such shelter and beauty on this part of the coast:
So, the swimming year is on for me again and it everything seems so much better with the world.
What’s your way of ‘going mad?’