Solitary Swimmer

Maidencombe Beach was deserted.  It was only 9:30 it was true but it was also a perfect summer morning with barely any breeze and the beach faces due east into the morning sunshine.  surely I couldn’t have it to myself. But I did.  The water appeared deep blue to almost black against the reflected sunshine…

A Swim at Dawn

Well not quite, but I was lifting the paddleboard down the steep lane to Anstey’s Cove as the rising sun bathed the cliffs, trees, water and yachts in a rich orange glow. I headed off across the oily calm water to Redgate Beach in the shelter of Long Quarry Point to find my balance, but a…

The End of the Line.

There’s a light breeze and thin cloud cover over the River Dart Estuary at Dittisham as I hop down the wall into ankle deep water that covers the beach of fine gravel and sand.  I joke with Pat that it’s too cold and that after all the effort she has gone to we should pack…

Huccaby

It’s a scorching morning and the river pool in the shadow of Hexworthy Bridge is predictably packed, but I manage to wedge the car in the little space further up the road, I’m heading upstream to different pools. Ducking into the leafy green interior of the river bank trees I kick my shoes off and…