wildwomanswimming

One woman's wild swimming adventures in the west country

Spitchwick Sundown

Honey and I crawl through the dismal Dartmoor landscape, drained and limp with the fog that has smothered us all day.  As we descend into the Dart Valley our view is suddenly brighter. I look up and see a patch of blue appear through parting clouds. Plum, Honey and I climb into a watery world illuminated like a Medieval bible. We swim against the chill current and bathe in sunbeams which reflect and ripple across the rock face above us like a river of light.

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2 thoughts on “Spitchwick Sundown

  1. Love this place. Spent many happy hours here… thrashing through and hiding in the ferns, too chicken to get in the water but content to watch the boys throw themselves off the rope swing into that dark pool.

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