Rain Hide and Seek

There is the promise of rain on the breeze as I strip off my running kit down to swimming kit on the slipway in the shelter of the wall. Tiny pinpricks of rain dot me as I step into the froth of the waves broken against the wall and turned back to sea. The water is red with stirred up sand but even so I feel gently with my toes until I am sure there is firm sand at the end of the stones. The beach has been fairly banked up against the wall this last week but at other times there is a deep step down at the end of the slipway.

Preston wild swimming
Preston wild swimming

The cycle of the tide has left thigh deep water at the slipway this morning whereas on Monday it was sand left high and dry for 10m out to the breaking waves. I swim straight out until I am out of my depth.

The wind drives small waves across the sea and when my arms push against them they burst in spray that mixes with the now well established drizzle. Off to my right though the breeze is stacking up a rain leaden sky and beneath it the pier is in a soft focus of sheeted rain.

I swim downwind but I can see that I am being eased further and further out to sea though that works in my favour as it will take me out beyond the rocks that I swam into a few weeks back.

That’s far enough, the rain has let up and if I take the direct route back I think I can make it. The rain begins to tap at the windows of the van as I slide the door closed. That went well.

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17 Days

It is just 17 more days to the winter solstice and then the sunrise will reverse its track, moving left across the horizon, the daylight hours will lengthen and summer will return. But for now conditions could hardly be more different compared to 24 hours ago.  Now the sky is filled from horizon to horizon with low grey clouds weighted down by their bulging burdens of rain.  Far out riding the line of the horizon is a single yellow light, not the rising sun but some storm chased freighter perhaps heading for port or a calm anchorage before the weather hits.

Walking to the sea, my feet leave thin imprints on the hard packed sand and as I pull my goggles down against the first flurry of raindrops a wave surges about my ankles rolls up to the sea wall and wipes the sand clean.  The sea will always win in the end.

I do not go far, out a bit, left a bit, right a bit, simply stringing it out long enough for the squall to pass by, whilst along the seafront, hatted and coated, dog walkers lean into the wind. No-one is watching me today.

The rain passes and I ride back through the shallows on breaking waves until finally there is no more water. I shower swiftly using my bottle of warm water and then pad back to the van sliding the door shut a moment before the rain sluices against the windows once more.

Preston wild swimming
Preston wild swimming

Summer is a long wait yet.

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The Sun, the Moon and Venus

Against the inky darkness of the pre-dawn sky the bright light of Venus was separated from the fine crescent moon by less than the width of an outheld finger. The disc of the Moon though glowed silver in the sunlight reflected from the Earth, a little reminder that whilst the Moon is 300 000Km away the Sun is very bright indeed.

The frost had been thick on the windscreen of the van and even at the seafront there was someone de-icing their car with a jug of warm water. Against all probability however, given the normal state of the weather over the past couple of weeks, there was not a breath of wind and the seawater in the big rockpool was as smooth as a sheet of glass. Or possibly it was ice.

Preston Beach wild swimming
Preston Beach wild swimming

As I jogged along Torre Abbey seafront a lone swimmer was just setting off into the impending sunrise that was brightening the sky and bleaching the Moon and Venus. The inky black sky had passed through blue-black and was now a deep shade of royal blue. Cresting the top of the rise at Hollicombe I have caught up with the rising Sun which stands on the watery horizon pointing a rippled finger of light at me across the sea wrinkled by age. The Sun however looks a little like Saturn, a bright disc bisected by a ring of cloud.

 

I am steaming as I stand on the water corrugated sand and strip down to my swimwear. People are staring, it happens every time, or maybe it’s only me, but with my outdoor swimmer superpower I can read minds; ‘Nutter’, ‘Idiot’, ‘WTF!’, well that’s not nice.
Small waves tumble at my ankles. I wade on. It’s a lovely beach but flat as a pancake and I am almost out of sight of the onlookers with water only the depth of my thighs when I splash down and swim on. That seems like enough distance out, but oh, it is still only chest deep. Still that’s sufficient and I swim left, then right, then centre again before turning back to the shallows where finally I come to rest on the sand in the runout of the waves like a beached whale.

And all the while over my shoulders the warming Sun edges higher into the blue sky edging closer and closer to the Moon.

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Cabin Fever

I had no real plan other than to go for a run in the rain and see where it took me. Cabin fever sets in at this time of year and outside in any weather is better than being inside.

Elberry Cove as it turned out was where I was going and was where the water was flat calm, the headland buffered most of the breeze and the water was translucent aquamarine.

And then the sun came out. There was no-one much about and the sweatshirt that had been knotted around my waist was still dry enough to understudy for the role of a towel.

So 500m later after swimming under the full arch of a rainbow the day has brightened considerably. And whilst it may be the first week of December it felt suspiciously warm in the sea and I could cheerfully have done that over again.

And I picked up a lovely hag stone too.

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Swim and shower all rolled into one

Thatcher Rock wild swimming
Thatcher Rock wild swimming

I intended to swim from the beach at Hope’s Nose, and to be fair it was stunning as the sun was setting behind Thatcher Rock turning the sea to silver and gold, but I got waylaid by beach cleaning and the moment was gone. But I swear the van pulled in to the roadside on its own accord as I drove down Meadfoot.

The sky was fading and the streetlights were already lit as I walked down the slipway. The waves were spilling over the foot of the concrete and every third one had the timing just right to hit the side square on sending spray shooting 30 feet into the air or throw up a heavy curtain that would crash back down on the wall.

Meadfoot wild swimming
Meadfoot wild swimming

It is all in the timing and I was in and off for just 10 minutes until it was all but dark. Absolutely lovely.

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In the Shallows

After the last 2 weeks when it has sometimes been difficult to tell where the sea and beach ended and the land began, I had basically assumed any sort of long swim would now be off limits until spring. But ever the optimist I nonetheless tucked my @puffinswim dry bag tow float in the back of the van yesterday. And then this morning I nearly blew it, only deciding at the very last moment to run instead of going in to work early. And afterwards there was a short swim in still water as the sun finally lifted clear of the clouds across the horizon. All in all though it felt like unresolved business.

The sun, for that is what that big warm thing in the sky is, held it’s largely cloud free course all morning and creative scheduling gave me a break in my day.

Preston Beach wild swimming
Preston Beach wild swimming

There was something very satisfying about dropping my car keys into the dry bag, giving it a quick inflating puff of air as I walked down the slipway and then launching off into the sea. It was however a little fraudulent as despite being quite a distance out to sea I don’t think I was ever actually out of my depth as the beach shelves so gradually. That did not stop me gaining quite an audience, with a good deal of staring going on and even some photos being taken.

 

Maybe I won’t hang the dry bag up for the winter just yet.

 

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After Dark

I don’t know what today’s weather was like where you are but here it was wild. Yes, definitely wild. Wind that could almost take you off your feet and rain with so little space between the drops that it appeared at times to be a solid sheet of water. And then it stopped. Whoosh, gone. No wind, no rain. But I have seen the forecast and this is the proverbial ‘eye of the storm’.

No time like the present then for a run and I totally legged it. Running in the cold mornings is hard, nothing wants to cooperate. But on a warm, still evening, just let me at it.

It was however never going to be much of a swim afterwards. The sound of the breaking waves carried in from the open sea from long before the waves themselves could be seen in the light from the promenade. And wading out beyond that faint glimmer the only clue a wave was headed my way was the town lights along the horizon vanished as it rose up in front of them.

wild swimming
Preston wild swimming

Mad? Yes. Loving it? Oh yes!

Back at the beach, climbing the steps to the top of the sea wall. “I thought you were an apparition or a mermaid”, the woman stood watching the waves told me “you simply appeared from nowhere”. Apparition? Mermaid? Well I’ve been called a lot of things but those are firsts. Had she told me I was a bloody idiot, then we’d have been on familiar ground. And if things were not bizarre enough we then entered into conversation, her in thick coat and hat, me dripping wet in swimwear. Like, oh yes, this is perfectly normal at the end of November in the dark.

wild swimming
Preston wild swimming

I try hard not to do ‘normal’.

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