Bantham Swoosh – Sat 6th July 2019

12th September 2019

6km, open water. Current assisted.

Amazingly, I didn’t even blog much here about this at the time, yet it was a most enjoyable event, in the most excellent company of some local fellow open-water swimmers.  My entry had been confirmed very late, and other activities meant that I only managed 12 miles of training, fortunately most of it in open water.

This is an edited version of a blog I wrote elsewhere – no extra photos I didn’t even wear a watch.

This year Mr, Jet and I took our tent ‘big blue’ and joined the other Fetchies camping in a field at Bantham in Devon. Unusually we took too much kit and had to lug it from the car park. I’ll know better if I do the event again.

864-ish swimmers today, and enough safety people on paddle-boards and surfboards to check that every one of us was safe and headed in the right direction. Superb organisation.

We had agreed not to try to keep together in the water as we swim at different speeds, and one yellow hat among hundreds looks much like another! We stood together for the inaudible safety briefing then wished each other a good swim, with many fishy puns from K, which helped to settle the nerves, and prepared to set off.

I watched K, E and N join the middle wave of starters. They said S had moved to the rear of the pack but I couldn’t find her. As a newbie I chose to start at the back.

There was one woman who had determined to be the last one into the water, so she and I, both in our wetsuits, stood on the jetty with four men ‘skins’ swimmers behind us. I think they might have been the equivalent of tailwalkers. The official photographer clicked with phone and SLR and then it was time to go.

I’d chosen to go barefoot rather than add another layer to the unnecessary (but mandatory) insulation provided by my wetsuit, which was a good decision. It was a very hot day, the water must have been in the high teens, and I’d been worried about getting overheated on the swim. The water was around 15 degrees, and I  was just OK, although on a couple of occasions I pulled the neck of the suit to get more water through it to cool down.

The tide was retreating fast so I had the benefit of the river current and the tide from quite early on. The water was very shallow and for much of the early part of the course it was possible to stand up, even for me! Lots of swimmers took advantage of this, as did I when my hat and goggles started to peel off and needed adjustment. It was in the muddy bit though and the squelch between my toes wasn’t something to savour or prolong. Who knows what lives in there! Weaver fish?

Starting at the back meant I passed quite a few slower swimmers and found myself targeting individuals to ‘pick off’ throughout the race. It was a deliberate tactic, and the right decision, because I wanted to start slowly and not race away then feel exhausted, and it boosted my confidence to be overtaking people.

The first tributary is muddy, murky and slightly salty, but we then joined the main part of the river, and I found myself swimming (breaststroke) through a lot of surface debris, mostly foliage and weed. It soon cleared and became much more interesting and comfortable. Back to front crawl.

We switched sides of the river a few times, swimming over sandbanks from one channel to another to stay with the faster current. As the water cleared I was able to see fish swimming across my path, crabs running along the sandy river bed, muscles/oysters(?) on some rocks and even a jellyfish float past underneath me – there are advantages to wearing a wetsuit! I even spotted the ‘oldest water skiing club’ sign and the samphire beds.

Much of the river bank was heavily wooded and I found it impossible to know how long I had been swimming, or how far I’d travelled, but I did notice that the scenery was passing faster than usual, thanks to help from the retreating tide. The occasional seaweed plants were trailing in the direction of the exiting water and whenever I looked up I could see the yellow hats ahead of me and the safety crew on each side so spotting was very easy and I never struggled to identify the route.

The water speeded up until I could see grains of sand being bowled along the bottom; I saw Bantham village, then the boats, and suddenly the swim was coming to a close. The pink boathouse, the swoosh and then there were marshalls standing on paddleboards directing us to the beach. Just like that it was over.

At this point I discovered that I couldn’t stand up for dizziness and spent some time on hands and knees in the water with a marshall holding my arm and telling me to take it slowly. When I said I was OK and tried to stand up he still held my arm and said he wouldn’t let go until I proved I could walk in a straight line. It was an effort!

I’d just convinced him that I could find the finish mat on my own when the shouts of the support group got through to me and I saw my fellow Fetchies and Mr waving to me, with Jet straining on his new lead to reach me. Pose for photo, stagger over the mat and then rejoin the group to wait for S who arrived a couple of minutes later. She had the biggest grin. :-)

… I’m home, sunburned, salty and tired. But fellow Fetchies, ‘I Swooshed’ :-)

Results:
Bib #90 , Female
Chip time 01:41:06
Finished 10.0 KM <— I think this is a mistake as my understanding is that the course is 6k-ish
Speed 5.93 km/h <— based on 10k?
Pace 10:07 min/km <— seriously current assisted!
Wetsuit Full length wetsuit
Position 525 of 747
277 of 444 women
5 out of 8 F61+

That’ll do.

Do more of what you love

Saturday 6th July 2019

Last month I took part in a Super-Sprint Triathon at Tallington Lakes, which I thoroughly enjoyed in retrospect. My cycling was better than expected but the heat made the run difficult. Despite that, I finished. The swim had been part of my training for the next event.

Tallington Lake Super Sprint Triathlon

Today’s effort has been the Bantham Swoosh, a rather nice river swim in the Avon estuary in South Devon, assisted by the outflowing tide.

Bantham Swoosh

And now… to focus on getting some running form back. I have a target for 2019 and we’re already half way through the year 🙂

Anniversary Challenge

Friday 15th March 2019

On St David’s Day (1st March) 2019 I achieved a goal that has been outstanding for a while.

During my late mother’s last illness we talked about her childhood memories of swimming in the River Teme at Ludlow on 1st March* each year. This would have been in the 1930s and 1940s.

At the site, near Dinham Bridge there is a cafe with some information boards showing photographs of schoolboys in the 1930s enjoying the water.

It occurred to me that my father, who was also born and bred in Ludlow could easily have been one of the boys in the photograph, so this seemed a good year to complete the challenge I’d agreed with my mother, that I too would swim in the River Teme on 1st March.

Some kind swimmers in Bedfordshire had helped me to acclimatise in the River Ouse over the previous few weeks – my first swim was at around 6 degrees and lasted a very few short minutes. This group then put me in touch with the Shropshire wild swimmers who agreed to meet a stranger and swim.

Wild swimming is best done with other people for safety reasons, so the risk was reduced and the fun increased by having company.

 

We met on a chilly damp day, swam, then shivered and recovered with hot drinks in the cafe.

1st March - River Teme
18 minutes at around 7 degrees C

River Teme 1st March 2019

From the weir to the pontoon

It was my longest river swim, and the view of Ludlow Castle and Dinham Bridge from the water on a peaceful morning was wonderful. It must be one of the most beautiful swimming spots in the country.

Thank you to all who helped me achieve this challenge in memory of my parents.

*This seems rather early but I asked the question several times and she was adamant that there was no mollycoddling of children then, and a bit of cold water was deemed to be good for people.

A few weeks later

Friday 8th February 2019

The objective to walk every single step of the way from Land’s End to John O’Groats was achieved. After arriving home from the long walk I thought I would have time to relax and catch up with life-admin and hobbies, return with my dog to agility competitions.

Sadly, only a couple of weeks after I arrived home, my father was taken ill and it was just a few weeks later that he died in hospital. Christmas and New Year were very different to our plans. There is the usual significant clearing out, tidying up and paperwork to do, so much of my time is being spent on that at the moment. This too will pass, but it makes the simple days of walking seem a long-lost memory and is a reminder that these types of project are a luxury to be enjoyed at the time.

My parents were both very keen long-distance walkers and had completed over 60 of the classic long-distance walks in the UK, many with the same core group of friends. I’ve enjoyed going through their photograph albums and recognising many of the places that I travelled through.

So in retrospect, what did I enjoy most?

Firstly, the simplicity of one task to achieve each day. Occasionally dangerous, often physically difficult or uncomfortable, and equally frequently, spectacular, awe-inspiring, and very satisfying. Nevertheless, sleep was always at the end of the walk, and the only way to get there was to keep putting one foot in front of the other until it was time to stop.

Secondly, the people, the people and the people. It was a year of smiling and kindness. So many delightful, interesting and interested, all different, almost exclusively friendly and helpful. So many strangers who looked for ways to help, to join the adventure They caught the sense of fun and determination. I hope I mentioned everyone in my blogs as I travelled, and it’s been good to hear from some of those people since I got home.

Many times over the last few weeks, as I’ve driven up and down the motorways to Devon, I’ve passed under or over or part parts of my route and my memories of many wonderful variety of landscapes have been rekindled. My imagination is sparked again and I dream of the places I haven’t yet visited, the smell of wet grass, bog, shady forests etc. My soul begins to sing.

There is a part of me that would like to be ‘out there’ again, but I have new adventures to find. Cold-water wild swimming, maybe a return to running again?

Both have been started, and my next target is to swim in the River Teme at Ludlow on 1st March and then to join the Parkrun on Saturday. And on the Sunday of that same weekend, an outing with the Long Distance Walkers Association. So far a number of ‘strangers from the internet’ who also happen to be wild swimmers have offered to join me in the water. Once again, people are joining the adventure. And that makes me smile.

If you’re reading this and we’ve met on the walk, do please keep in touch and tell me – what is your next adventure?

Coming Home

Wednesday 17th October 2018

111 days of walking. 1184.14 miles walked.

In an earlier blog I noted that

I inhabit an internet world where
extreme achievements are normalised
by some amazing people.

Many of those people record their activity at Fetcheveryone.com, and have been really positive supporters of this challenge. They understand what it means to push boundaries, and have been the people I turned to when I had problems that required knowledge and encouragement, and some have also provided practical help (Walk Day 63 is the most obvious example). They shared many more of the problems than originally appeared in this blog, and they also understood my caveat to any question that “Quitting is not an option.” It was therefore delightful to find that Fetch (Ian) had created a personalised congratulatory banner for the site when I finished. Thank you all 🙂

There was a warm glow as I read all the comments and congratulations, and I slept well on Friday night.

First thing on Saturday morning I went down to the Seaview Hotel to sign the visitor’s book and collect an ‘arrived in John O’Groats’ certificate. There was a similar ‘overcast and uninhabited’ end-of-season anti-climax feel to the place as I’d discovered at Land’s End last year when I started, but my reward was in knowing I’d achieved my objective. I’d finished what I came for and chose not to walk the additional distance to Duncansby Head or to find somewhere to dip my feet into the sea.

Freda and her husband Ronnie were kind enough to collect me from John O’Groats and drive me to Wick so that I could catch the bus through to Inverness. Thank you both. During the two hours sitting still on the bus my legs went to sleep so that I hobbled off the bus. It didn’t look very heroic!

I’d booked a room at the Black Isle Hostel before they opened their new rooms in a separate building above the Black Isle Bar. I occupied one of the new rooms… I had been unaware, when I booked, that the Bar was a popular nightspot, or that the window of my room would open onto the same level of decking as the rooftop bar – open until 1am. On this occasion the industrial extractor fan and noise of people enjoying themselves wasn’t a problem because I knew there was no need to get good sleep in order to be able to walk the next day. It meant I could sleepily enjoy the buzz.

Having promised myself a decent scotch once I finished the walk, I went down to the Bar to see what they had to offer. Their range of beers was so impressive that I chose a wheat beer instead, and really enjoyed it.

The rain made my exploration of the town centre a bit gloomy, and I was suddenly and unexpectedly tired, so retired to my room to watch Strictly Come Dancing on my phone. It’s the first time I’ve used it to stream a television programme and it felt quite decadent after saving all my data for essential use on the journey up to that point. What would we do without our mobiles?

On Sunday morning I attended Choral Eucharist at the cathedral.

After that I explored around the river,

noting the Great Glen Way signs relating to a walk that suddenly seemed such a long time ago. The castle is the starting/finishing point of the Great Glen Way.

All the local tourist attractions were closed for the weekend, so coffee and chocolate cake at a cafe were then followed by a trip around the shopping centre. This is the Unicorn and Falcon statue in Falcon Square.

Outside one of the shops I saw a slogan that made me giggle.

Then, another treat. I met another ‘stranger from the internet,’ (Fetchie) Laurie, who lives in the area, and we went for a coffee and a chat before she gave me a lift to the airport. Thank you Laurie.

There were some items that I knew I couldn’t take on the plane, so I donated the MSR gas bottles to the ‘Help Your-shelf’ at the hostel and handed in my spare food to the cathedral for their food parcels. By the time my rucksack had been wrapped in clingfilm at the airport it only weighed 6kg.

Luton Airport was wetter than Inverness, and we finally arrived home just after midnight on Monday morning.

There was no lie-in on Monday because I had to prepare for a talk at the Rotary Club on Monday night, and my laptop had three weeks of updates to install, with associated interruptions in operation. Eventually everything worked and I had an enjoyable evening. The Rotary Club made a donation to the Pancreatic Cancer Research Fund. Thank you gentlemen.

Yesterday (Tuesday) was finally an opportunity to catch up with the family, drink the champagne that had been in the refrigerator for months, and to feel that I had finally come home.

I’ll blog my reflections, and update some of the static pages with learning along the way, but for now, thank you for reading, thank you for your comments, and good luck with any adventures that are currently stirring your hearts.

Walk Day 111 – Keiss to John O’Groats

Friday 12th October 2018

9.04 miles today. 1184.14 miles total.

In the hotel last night I met Carol and Nick, last seen in Dunbeath. They had been walking the John O’Groats Trail, and we had walked some of the same route. We spent some time catching up and sharing walking stories and tips.

They were going home so we said goodbye after breakfast and I set out into the rain and wind for my last day of LEJOG.

The rain stopped but the wind was very strong and made walking ‘difficult’. (British understatement)

I managed to avoid being blown under the wheels of approaching vehicles, and to enjoy the scenery, when I could see it.

This herd was lined up waiting for the farmer (behind me) to drop the straw bale over the gate for it.

The sea was being blown into choppy waves.

The weather for most of the morning was overcast and raining, with very strong southerly winds gusting to 70mph. I was glad to turn north and have the wind behind me.

In a break between showers, finally, on my last day, I found a long horned cow to photograph!

Eventually the worst of the rain passed and the sun shone for a short time.

The signpost said 3 miles. It was a bit further to my destination.

The wind died down to ‘strong breeze’, which was quite enjoyable, and the rain had passed over, so with clear views I stopped here to record a Facebook live video to test the technology for later.

This was the scene with about three miles to go to the end. I turned on the Google location tracker so that my family could see my progress.

The road still showed the aftermath of the rain.

This was my first sight of my destination.

The multi-coloured huts were my target. Finally I could see them.

This was the first of the John O’Groats signs. It’s about a mile from here to the famous fingerpost.

I passed the Seaview Hotel with its invitation to join the LEJOG Association. But I still hadn’t arrived at the end of my journey.

Then, looking across to the brightly coloured huts, through the car park, I thought I could see the finger post.

Despite wearing a rucksack and a waist pack I had looked forward to running to the finish, and the adrenaline kicked in.

Not only did I run, holding my walking poles in one hand and my phone in the other hand, but I even managed to record it as another live video. Go me!

I’d been a bit uncertain about how it would feel to finish such a big adventure and not have anyone there to share it with. Then just as I crossed the car park entrance a voice called my name. It was Freda, the mother of another Fetchie. She had come to meet me at the finish, and it was lovely to see her.

I found it very emotional to finally reach the finger post. It symbolised the end of an adventure, a journey, and a time of separation from ordinary life. The walk had been a dream and a plan, and I didn’t know when I started whether I could or would finish.

And here I was; slightly astonished to have succeeded, and very thankful to all the people whose kindness and generosity made the journey easier, and helped my soul to sing.

Thank you Freda for taking the photograph.

The harbour looked really calm, in contrast to the waves further out.

Freda and I went into the cafe for a hot chocolate. While we were inside another rain shower came and went.

A final picture before leaving. The wind speed had increased again and was doing its best to remove my hat.

There is more to say, but for tonight I’m resting before a long journey home.

If you would like to contribute to the work of the Pancreatic Cancer Research Fund, the link is here.

Walk Day 110 – Wick to Keiss

Thursday 10th October 2018

8.41 miles today. 1175.10 miles total.

Mist, rain showers, low cloud and southerly winds were my companions on the road today. What a contrast to yesterday.

I started at Caithness Hospital bus stop, which meant overlapping a bit with yesterday, and set out following the road signs which now all show John O’Groats as a destination.

It was encouraging and motivating to see the numbers come down at each junction.

17 miles to go. The house below epitomized many of the points I’d been noticing about Scottish architecture, even down to the shade of red paint. I just love the tower.

A rare Gaelic sign for this area.

Goodbye to Wick. 16 miles to go.

These goats were in a front garden, beautifully groomed and they all had collars. As I approached they bleated for attention.

13 miles to go.

“I can see the sea!”

There were occasional signs of the North Sea oil and gas industry, including this notice,  ‘Sea to Shore’ at the start of an industrial area where the underwater oil pipeline comes ashore. Oil field Beatrice is visible from all points on the east coast from Dornoch northwards. The oil rigs are accompanied by offshore wind turbines.

11 miles to go.

My view of Keiss through the mist.

Keiss Beach doesn’t look too appealing today.

I’ve arrived just ahead of more squally showers and it is definitely much more pleasant to be indoors and watching it through the window. However, I’ve been enjoying these last few miles, despite the weather.

My ear-worm for today was Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Walk Day 109 – Whaligoe Steps to Wick

Wednesday 10th October 2018

7.15 miles today. 1166.69 miles total.

What a beautiful day. The view from my bedroom window at dawn was of low morning sunshine uplighting the tree outside.

The sun continued to shine all day and there was a coolness in the air that made walking a pleasure.

One of the features of this landscape is a large number of abandoned and derelict buildings. The house below was being engulfed by a tsunami of gorse.

The houses are well spaced and each has an area of fenced land, often with animals, and I wondered how many were working crofts.

More abandoned homes.

Another wide load was escorted past me on the road. Yesterday I realised that I was seeing parts of a giant wind turbine split over three days. Today it was the turn of three blades, one per lorry that required the police escort.

This was the disused but not forgotten railway station at Thrumster, the end of the line.

This little ode bemoans the closure of the Lybster railway line.

“Hid didnae gie a scrap for win’
Or hail or time or rain
But chooged away contented lek
Til Week – an back again”

Loch Hempriggs, just outside Wick.

Why do brown cows have black calves?

The landscape has flattened out with mixed farming.

Finally in Wick I explored a little before catching the bus back to my last night at the B&B.

Walk Day 108 – Lybster to Whaligoe Steps

Tuesday 9th October 2018.

6.2 miles today. 1159.54 miles total.

High winds and 100% probability of rain didn’t spoil an enjoyable walk.

At one field a group of around 20 cattle were busy watching two farmers who were near the field boundary. As I arrived they switched their attention to me and lined up facing me as if for inspection. The farmer said they are a Simmental cross and curious/ friendly (he also joked that tbey are sentimental cows), and confirmed that the black cattle I’d seen were Aberdeen Angus. Sadly no photos of these very pretty animals as it was too wet for the phone.

I reached Whaligoe Steps on time, walked down to the (closed) cafe to have a look,

The John O’Groats Trail follows the fresh-air side of the barbed wire side of the clifftop path around this ravine.

took a couple of photographs, then went hunting for the bus stop.

There was no mobile or internet signal so I couldn’t ask Google. The lady I found to ask was just shrugging her shoulders as the bus came sailing past, and I didn’t see it in time to signal the driver to stop.

A three hour wait for the next bus, in rain and with temperature dropping, was my immediate future. The bus stop had no seat, a wet floor, but was out of the rain. It was also full of midges waiting for their lunch.

Given the choice between being chewed or being cold and wet I chose the latter.

I sat outside and cooked instant pasta with cheese for my lunch. It was as unpleasant as every instant pasta I’ve ever tasted, but it was hot and filled me up.

The next two hours were spent trying to keep moving so as to stay warm, and playing mental distraction games to pass the time.

One game involved moving my head slightly so that the drips from my hat landed on a lump of mud to dissolve it. It worked but wasn’t the most exciting afternoon of my life. The rain continued to fall and I got a little colder.

I still had one extra layer of warm clothes to add, including thicker gloves but was delaying the decision in the hope that the weather would change.

With one hour still to go before the bus arrived Gary, who lives close by, returned from a journey and realised that the person at the bus stop was the same one who had been there when he left some time before.

Gary offered me a lift back to Dunbeath, which I readily accepted. Thank you Gary.

Back at the B&B it only took a few minutes and a change of clothes to warm up. My wet kit is in the drying room and I’m looking forward to better weather tomorrow.

Walk Day 107 – Dunbeath to Lybster

Monday 8th October 2018.

7.9 miles today. 1153.34 miles total.

Reverse travelling today!

The 81 bus took me to the harbour end of Lybster and I walked back towards the harbour before turning around to go back to Dunbeath. It seemed safer than trusting the sparse bus timetable, but while I was walking the right buses came past me, so I have a bit more confidence that the service exists.

Temperatures are still low but for a change, today it didn’t rain!

Lybster has a golf club, football pitch, harbour, heritage centre, glass factory and more. Today all except the glass studio were closed,

Every cafe and public toilet from Lybster to Dunbeath was also closed, as were the churches and the croft museum.

Leaves are still falling and the mist now hovers over the landscape reminding me of Keats’ ‘Ode to Autumn.’ “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…”

A resident of Dornoch had told me that the felled timber used to be transported from the North of Scotland down to Inverness by boat, but that stopped some years back. Every day I’ve seen numbers of timber laden lorries on the A9 heading south, and returning empty. I can’t help wondering what happens to all these precisely cut lengths of tree trunks.

Today the A99 was closed by a rolling road block as three lorries carrying extra-wide loads were escorted south. This is part of the tower for a wind turbine.

I finally saw some junior editions of the horned cattle that are associated with the highlands. These youngsters didn’t look very interested in me, except for one that had been de-horned, who watched from a safe distance.

The ivy on the house below made me smile.

More landscapes below.