Smeaton's Tower |
Plymouth breakwater barely visible on the horizon |
Keeps the jellyfish away |
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Registration |
I wondered whether the possible exception to the anxious might be certain of the Devon Wild Swimmers. For some of these hardy souls, the swim alone wasn't enough of a challenge; they elected to do it sans wetsuit. Goose fat was liberally applied. Thoughtfully, the organizers said they could disembark last from the boats at the breakwater. Rather them than me. I have no pride and was happy to take all the warmth and buoyancy I could get from suiting up.
Snook on the back of the obligatory team photo |
Soon enough we left the Barbican and headed on our 20 minute journey to the breakwater. I looked back a few times to see which buoys I would be able to sight off. I should have studied this earlier from dry land as the angles from the boat were deceptive. Rookie.
Nearer the breakwater I spotted a jellyfish. Thankfully that was the only one I saw the whole day. Afterwards, I was reliably assured by a friend that he saw "thousands" a metre and a half below us. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
In we jumped, careful not to lose goggles. We fanned out and I avoided the prow of one of the boats drifting towards us. There seemed to be a false start of sorts, but soon enough there was a short countdown and off we went.
Off you go, crazy people. |
I fell into a good rhythm and kept going, for may be 20 minutes or so. I thought I was doing fairly well (I had no-one around me apart from a guy on a surf board). I was disabused of that notion by the marshall with a loudhailer who instructed me to take a 90 degree left turn and head back into the pack! Unwittingly I got caught up in a current that dragged me far to the right of the field.
The middle section of sea was wide and seemed to take ages, but the tide started assisting us. I cramped in my right calf which was worrying, but managed to shake most of it off. Eventually I made it to shore. 1:01:50. Nothing I'd drunk before tasted as sweet as the bottle of water I was handed on Tinside beach.
The arena was busy with those welcoming us home and we swapped war stories. I think in the end most were just happy to have finished.
Later, plotting my course on a GPS, I saw that I'd swam in a crescent moon shape with a distinctive triangular eye in the middle where I went particularly wrong. Added at least another .1 mile, which sounds nothing but felt like plenty.
I am delighted that as a result we have raised nearly £1,500 for Jeremiah's Journey and St Lukes. Thank you to those who have supported me. If you would like to sponsor me, please go to:
http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/StephenDilley
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Thank you to those from DWS and PTC whose photos I've cribbed for this blog.
Mind the ferry |
The end is in sight. |
A warm reception at Tinside |
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