It was good to be back . . .
As I waited for daughter Lisa to arrive (always three minutes late, bare minimum), I was joined for a chat on Falmouth’s Gyllyngvase Beach by Bruce Rioch, former Scotland football captain and Arsenal manager.
Bruce, who knows a thing or two about achieving, said: “I take my hat off to these swimmers, the ones who do it all year round. You’ll never get me doing that.
“I have just been standing here on the beach, gazing out in awe at the whole scene, with a fantastic sunrise over the bay and all these swimmers having their daily dip. It makes me feel cold just looking at them!”
For Lisa and me, it was our first sea swim for a week. All reports yesterday suggested the great jellyfish invasion (see recent blog posts) was all but over – for now, anyway.
And with today’s forecast of total sun and precious little wind, how could we resist that grand return?
We were not disappointed, but something else I picked up from one of yesterday’s swimmers was that the sea had turned markedly colder.
She was not wrong. It fair took our breath away.
And, together with today’s drop in the air temperature, there was a very real sense as we got changed afterwards that winter is upon us, for all the glorious dawn this morning.
At least all those jellies had gone. All, that is, except for just one of them, lying dead on the sloping shingle as we walked down to the low-tide water.
Small mercies, eh?
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