What better way to launch into a blog on the delights of  wild swimming than to spout the words of Psalm 23?

‘He makes me lie down in green pastures,

He leads me beside quiet waters,

He refreshes my soul.’

This blog hopes to describe a journey of delight as I get up close and personal with some of the rivers, lakes and coastal waters that grace the wonderful Westcountry. Natural swimming is sometimes sensual, frequently spiritual and, almost always, special. It can feel like a communion, a nexus with creation – and it can feel f f phenomenally cold! So pack a towel and a smile (you won’t need much else) and take the plunge…