Posted by: wildswimmers | January 18, 2018

An extremely cruel swim

January has brought some cruel swimming conditions – icy wind chill, frost, wind and, worst of all, hail.  Yesterday was the most daunting of all, when we were caught in a brutal hailstorm just as we walked down to the jetty, clad only in swimming costumes.  Assaulted by stinging and very painful whipping hailstones, we dispensed with any “faffing” and in fact couldn’t get into the water quick enough to escape being thrashed all over.  This was in complete contrast to our normal modus operandi, which involves various delaying tactics which put off the awful moment of immersion.  It was a relief to get in, although I was crazy enough to forget my hats (all three of them) and went in bare headed and without goggles.  I think the photos sum up what was, in Lottie’s words, “an extremely cruel swim”.  Of course we didn’t regret it as it only justified more greedy cake gobbling afterwards.


  1. Daggers!


  2. I have just discovered your wonderful blog, via a google search as my daughter’s art teacher gave her a Lottie Goodlet card and I love it. Enjoyed reading about your Corryvreckan swim I have sat on the headland there a few times. So brave winter swimming.


    • Thanks for your nice comments Rosemary. I think you may know my cousins Heather Dewar and Neil & Islay MacEachern? I visit Islay often and love it there. Are you thinking of taking up sea swimming yourself?


      • Oh I know your cousins they live near to us. I have always loved wild swimming but am not a strong swimmer it’s always very short wil swims for me. Nothing like the scale of yours which look so inspiring!


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