I am a water baby. From the age of four, I swam around ten hours every week until my mid-teens. Then I decided to leave the swimming club because I had zero interest in being competitive. I just loved swimming. I loved water.
When my life became busy with volunteering and paid work, I was not able to swim anywhere near as often as I would have liked. But I still always enjoyed the chance to go for a swim.
When I moved to London, I found a renewed joy in swimming. It was a regular feature of each week, often I would make time to swim twice a week. I would slip into the water and any stresses would melt away.
I have always been a strong swimmer, and when I enter the pool, I am not there to chat, I am there to swim up and down, up and down, normally a couple of miles is my aim (around 128 lengths of most pools here.)
Yet, I have to confess, I have not been swimming at all since the start of “the Pandemic”. I am longing to be back in the pool, swimming up and down, up and down. Yet when I checked out the rates at the nearby swimming pool – ouch!!! How can it be £15 for an adult swim? When did that happen?
Suddenly wild swimming is looking so much more attractive!