We slowly walk towards the sea,
Complaining loudly about the pebbles underfoot,
Looking forward to reaching the waves
Where the beach turns to sand
And our feet squelch in the mud
And we count to ten, taking deep breaths
Before we launch through the surf,
The cold of the water crushing our chests,
Making us laugh with the rush of air
That escapes our lungs in time.
I went to the beach yesterday and it was beautiful. I haven’t been down to the coast in a while and I certainly haven’t got in for a swim in years.
It was quite exhilarating to get up to my waist and then just take that plunge so that your feet leave the ground. When I was training for the channel I used to do that every weekend and it became the most natural feeling in the world. But when you haven’t done it in ages, it really does take your breath away.
Once we were out, we lay on the beach, reading as we tried to warm up, and it reminded me of the days that I would get out early and sit chatting with volunteers on the beach when I was training.
We were lucky enough to be on the Jurassic Coast so we went for a walk along the cliff tops until we came to this beautiful little pub that was hidden between the hills, called The Smuggler’s Inn.
We have such a beautiful countryside and I remembered how beautiful it was yesterday. Picture postcard perfect.