#30daysofswimming

Today marks #30days 'of something' only I'm not entirely sure what. For quite a few years I have embarked on #30daysofswimming every April it's a great time for refocus and for daily practice. I swim nearly every day of the year so I'm not sure what I gain from a 30 day stint right now... I want to run, swim, and feel the wind in my face, write words, record images and shout out loud in wide open spaces.... So happy April, let's get this #30days 'of something or another' started! ~ #mountainlove (at Snowdonia National Park)

Lundy | 2 I take your teasing Northerlies Bathed in sunshine What thundery showers? I walked the streets In hail It’s all wet Right? Tall Black Falling Heavy ~~~ #30daysofswimming #factorfiction (at Newport, Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvxDo7sjX_q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cmrpip5i72ye

Wight | 1 East 5 or 6 chills my wet hair Visibility is mostly blue Horizons remains a little hazy Good times shimmer on the surface Remember to breathe ~~~ I use every April as a bit of a creative reset. It used to be about taking a swim everyday, new location, chasing weather, bigger, better, tougher... Yet it’s the month I injured my back, the month that gave me hope when I didn’t know what the outcome would be, last year I used it to to explore my writing and published a little book, it also was the month that gave me great courage to make changes in my life. Life is never an easy ride but fast or slow challenge comes in many forms. ~~~ #30daysofswimming #factorfiction (at The Solent) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvv1Vj8DEwc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3runm7ig7dm3

Today was a brief dip in the little river, (it's not actually a river but it has all the right vibes of a Wind in the Willows setting). The lake felt warm as the afternoon temperature slowly dropped. No kingfishers, no ducks, no swans, just me...

Great day! 

It was perfect conditions for not feeling pathetic, to feel for a flitting moment slightly gazelle like, perfect conditions for an odd wind to be whipping across the lake making it deep, dark, inky, the same perfect wind to fan the heath fire across the lake that while I bathed fire fighters tackled it's flames. I felt indulgent and blissful, yet sad and useless.

I had that invincible feeling all day, it’s been a while since it’s been there. I jumped off a rock (ok small tiny jump) but it felt epic and even tripping over my own clumsiness towards the end of the day didn’t sway the good vibes. Bring it on!

Unbelievably clear and cool, a hailstorm passed through... magical.