Posted by: wildswimmers | April 14, 2015

The Recovery Position

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Beautifully apt description and drawing of winter swimmers by Nancy Farmer!

Originally posted on Cat-of-the-Day:

This is the recovery position for winter swimmers, not for drunk people. Though addled brains, an inability to speak in long sentences and a tendency to throw your drink all over the place are common to both conditions. You probably haven’t known shivering until you have known winter swimming, And still I persist in finding it strangely amusing.

The Winter Swimmer's Recovery Position The Winter Swimmer’s Recovery Position

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Posted by: wildswimmers | April 13, 2015

Glorious swim in Galway by Martin

Here’s Martin’s guest post about some beautiful swims on his recent visit to Galway:

We were driving west out of Galway along the promenade at Salthill, dreaming of an Atlantic dip, when we spotted a fantastic diving tower. Slamming on the brakes, we parked and jumped out of the car into the glorious sunny morning. It’s the luck of the draw what weather you get in Ireland (as in Argyll), but we had hit upon a week of warm sunshine. As we rounded the corner into the changing area of lemon and orange paintwork there was an immediate sense of camaraderie amongst a group of oldies, who obviously meet and swim and chat here every day. And today was a day to linger in the shelter that faced the sun and the 1950s art deco diving tower. But it wasn’t just old regulars here: there was a steady stream of young guys, older guys and gals, and even a couple of tourists, keen to sample the waters of Galway Bay.

The following day, the waters beckoned again. This time at the sandy stretch of Renvyle beach, surrounded by high hills and again bathed in bright sunshine, which threw light across the top of the surf, making it sparkle and glisten.

Posted by: wildswimmers | March 18, 2015

Fifty Swims of Grey

Haven’t seen the film or read the book but I have done the swims!  And boy am I glad those winter swims are OVER!  We’ve swum in wind, hail, snow, ice, storms, sleet, rain, mist and fog.  But suddenly, Spring is here!  We’re being dazzled by sunshine and clear skies, and it’s a joy to swim in gorgeous green cool water and feel the warmth of the sun on your face.  Months of lovely swimming lie ahead and I, for one, am looking forward to it immensely.  To celebrate I’ve been bidding on a vintage swimsuit on eBay…. fingers crossed!

Posted by: wildswimmers | March 13, 2015

Cartoons by Kelvin

Here’s two cartoons by my talented nephew Kelvin: the first one shows a scene from a recurring nightmare Lottie has about being chased up the road by the local Sheriff, after her morning swim, casting garments left and right in her haste to escape his ogling eyes.  Thankfully this event has never happened in real life!

Next up is a happier scene in which Lottie and me (scoffing champagne) are luxuriating in the hot tub, while being towed along by Captain Duggie’s fishing boat, serenaded by seals.  Again, this is just a dream!

Hear some of Kelvin’s music here, with his band “All the luck in the World”.

Posted by: wildswimmers | March 10, 2015

Scottish Hot Tubbing

Fantastic hot tub video here by Angus McMillan!

 

Posted by: wildswimmers | February 24, 2015

Swift Swimmer fights back!

The Swift Swimmer is my 86 year old mum Eileen, who has loved swimming in the sea from childhood.  Last summer she swam in the sea regularly, from our summer “bathing hut” – our tiny vintage caravan, parked by the beach.  In September she was struck down by heart problems which resulted in 4 months of inactivity and ill health.  She ended up being pushed around the house in a wheelchair, breathless and anxious.  Happily she’s now on the mend and determined to get fit for the summer swimming season.  With this aim she has started training gently in our local pool where they run a terrific hydrotherapy session, with skilled and attentive staff who are very encouraging and kind.  She’s coming on slowly but surely and we’re very proud of her.  Well done the Swift sea-going octogenarian Swimmer!

Posted by: wildswimmers | February 2, 2015

Goodbye January!

January – the grimmest month for winter swimmers is OVER!  Having spent most of the month asleep I was pleased that I still managed to achieve 23 swims out of 31 days.  This is the month when willpower really matters and teeth have to be well and truly gritted to get into the water.  On the plus side we had some terrific storms swims, culminating in Saturday’s nutty Sound of Jura “sprachle” which involved taking Capt Duggie’s yacht out into the Sound of Jura and throwing ourselves off into 80m of green and white wave topped water.  This was a new experience which required much forward planning (by the captain) and an immense quantity of neoprene, warm clothes and (of course) food.  Seeing the yacht pitching and rearing up out of the water from close quarters was certainly eye-opening!  Having practised getting back into the dingy before setting off, it proved to be slightly more difficult while being bashed by waves and I ended up getting clonked on the head and shoved underwater while righting the dingy (Duggie found this most amusing).  I bounced up pretty quickly and we got back on board, had the usual battle with our wetsuits and swiftly moved on to my favourite part: scoffing hearty bacon sandwiches, hot juice and home made gingerbread cake.  See a wee video here:

Posted by: wildswimmers | January 10, 2015

Eagle Swim

This week we welcomed Mark, a lone swimmer from our village, and here’s his epic account of his initiation into the exploits of the Sound of Jura Swimming Club:

I’d been sea swimming for 3 months – ploughing my lonely way back and forth across the sea loch in front of my house, charting the same course every day across flat, sheltered water between the village septic tank outfall to the east and the few remaining raw sewage pipes entering the bay to the west. It was still exhilarating; compulsive even; but not exactly fun. I’d heard of the crazy wild swimmers from the west side with their multi-person expeditions and brightly coloured hats, but was sure that my way was the best, in my elite club of one, over on the east side.

Then one day after I’d returned from another swim (or jobbie dodging as my family like to call it) I watched “Assault on Frothy Rock”, the video of the wild swimmers’ latest adventure in rough seas and white water out west. The water bore no resemblance to my sea on the east side; it was a wild, turquoise-blue maelstrom. It looked more like surviving than swimming. But the thing that struck me most was that, even over the banging music track, I could hear the constant sound of laughter; manic, joyous laughter. “Well” I thought, “this looks like…….fun!”

One phone call later and Lottie had generously invited me over to join her, Iona & Duggie for another assault on Frothy Rock.

And so a couple of hours later here we all are on Carsaig pier, Duggie and I in our wetsuits, Iona and Lottie elegant in their swimsuits and colourful hats. The wind is a brisk south westerly, with short choppy whitecaps lit by the low winter sun out in the bay, a world away from poo soup over on the east side. Adrenalin is present. And then we’re off, heading straight out west into the waves toward the reef at the entrance to the bay. My brain is in overdrive; breathe in, splutter on a mouthful of sea spray, stroke, breathe out, splutter, stroke, choke. Then after a while I begin to time the breathing with the waves and things calm down a bit. I look around to see Lottie, Iona and Duggie whooping with the exhilaration of it all, lost in a moving landscape of froth and sunshine. A little further out, starting to get the hang of it, Iona shouts and points upwards to the sky. A sea eagle is silhouetted black against the blue, its broad wings holding it above us in the stiff breeze. Perhaps we look like a disaster waiting to happen and it sees a potential meal! But a few seconds later and it’s away north up the coast in search of easier food.

Iona and Lottie began to feel the cold a bit sooner than the wetsuit brigade and after 20 minutes or so turn back to the pier. I follow a way behind Duggie as he continues to Frothy Rock. Once there, we stand on a kelp covered rocky ledge surrounded by calm white water as the waves pound the west side of the rock but leave us untouched. And then the journey back, the waves now urging us on, me wondering how many gallons of sea water it’s possible to swallow and still float.

It all goes in a bit of a blur but back at Duggie & Lottie’s house, over a cup of delicious hot chocolate held in shaking hands, we recount the journey and fix it in our memories. Thanks to you crazy people from the west side, poo soup may be missing a floater from now on.

Photos by Duggie and Lottie; text by Mark Smith (thanks Mark, for a great post!).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted by: wildswimmers | January 6, 2015

Assault on Frothy Rock

Our most exciting and arduous storm swim yet took place a few days ago when we swam out to Frothy Rock, fully wet-suited.  I hadn’t realised how tiring it would be to swim in a wetsuit and was pretty tired out by the time I got there.  With a full Westerly blowing in and big waves breaking, we were keen to get onto the rock; this proved almost impossible!  It took all my energy to swim against the current, but Capt. Duggie advised a sideways approach and I managed it on my sixth attempt.  Clinging on like large black limpets, we enjoyed the sensation of being in a car-wash, with lorry loads of water being dumped on top of us as the waves broke relentlessly.  Ever resourceful, Capt. Duggie had fashioned a little boat to mount his Go-Pro on, which he towed behind him to get some great video.  You can see it here:

Thanks Duggie for the use of the video and to Lottie and Duggie for chumming me on this fun swim!

Posted by: wildswimmers | December 24, 2014

Stormy Christmas Eve photopost

More fantastic photos by Captain Duggie…..  Merry Christmas everyone!  xxxx

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