Days of torrential rain gave way to a bright stormy day which seemed perfect for a bouncy swim out to Frothy Rock.
The top layer of fresh water was shockingly cold and despite wearing our “bouncy suits” (shortie wetsuits) we did feel a bit vulnerable. Pretending to be brave we struck out for Frothy Rock, breasting the dark waves, tasting the fresh water each time we got a face-full of water.
A menacing squall appeared over Jura and we braced ourselves for the stinging rain. It passed to the north and a wonderful rainbow appeared, spanning Mermaid Bay and gifting a special glow to the russet bracken-clad hills.
Carrying on despite cold hands and feet, waves increasing in size and bouncyness, we reached the rock and managed to clamber on. Our triumph lasted only a few seconds before we were washed off by big frothy waves, scratched and bleeding!
Surfing back we felt we were being pulled backwards by every wave, but there was nothing for it but to keep going, heading for the red dingy by the jetty.
After this “icy but thrilling” swim (as Lottie described it) we sprinted home to a roaring log fire and warm dogs to cuddle. A challenging swim for my 100th post!