Clevedon Pier this morning with me beneath it, just there, at the bottom. I think I may have made the waterline too low on the pier legs, but I wasn’t making notes at the time, I was ploughing through the strong current of silty salty water. When I stopped, to adjust goggles, I got swept away again. The second time I kept going, head down. A glorious 8 degrees, it’s getting warmer, I can put my face in and my fingers almost don’t hurt. Oh, hello spring, you’ve been a while coming!
Went for a bob in the sea this morning. Couldn’t really call it ‘swimming’ as it was rather like this. Though I did make it almost as far as the first buoy, apparently about 200 metres out, before I decided that discretion was the better part of valour. I am used to the lake at Clevedon, not this stuff, but it was fun!