Posted by: wildswimmers | June 3, 2018

Watch out for rent-a-crowd!

The doggies and I had a beautiful walk the other day, wandering through the wonderful May profusion of new growth.  I hadn’t planned to swim, but the morning was so perfect and we were at the far side of the bay.  So I disrobed down to my underwear and slid into the cool green waters of the Sound of Jura.

The swim was sublime and the doggies watched patiently while I floated serenely and in due course emerged, refreshed and calm.  I thought I’d take off the wet underwear and dry off using my T-shirt when all of a sudden a fleet of kayakers hove into view, coming closer and closer.  Shortly thereafter a large family of people and dogs appeared from nowhere, all shouting and barking noisily, and waving fishing nets and buckets and spades.  Within moments I was surrounded by dozens of people and, in a great panic, had no choice but to shove on my clothes on top of the wet underwear.  Most discomfiting, but it could have been worse – I often swim even more informally!


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  1. Lovely story to celebrate Spring with!

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