Like many wild swimmers, I keep a journal.
A log of all my swims.
Sometimes I write an ocean of words – sometimes barely a trickle.
And like fruit preserved in the abundance of summer, these accounts continue to bring sustenance during the lean winter months. For they are a source of recollection and a source of reflection.
And they are also the source from which this blog flows.
Browsing through my 2014 compilation of 60 open water swims, I have found a number of entries that capture a moment, a mood, a musing.
So I shall share some of these as short posts under a new category – quick dips …