Summery Winter Hoe
Mid-November, late afternoon and the sun is bright and low. The sea’s nippy with a little chop and coloured dark blue-green. I get in quick, and feel the unpleasant crawl of cold water up my body and the ache in my neck. I swim staccato for a minute or two, then the effect melds into the kind of sensation I imagine you’d have after a massage from a beefy Scandinavian using salt and willow switches. We swim round past the Lido, drift and bob and smile in the sunshine for a bit, then plough back against the wind and tide. If it weren’t for the bracing chill it could be July – except in July it was like November.