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A grey and cold day, but as the rest of the team are out of play due to the rough seas I really have no excuse so we head off to Snettisham. I walk along the shingle beyond the post Sunday lunch crowd the tide is high but it is at it’s lowest ebb today only about 5.5m it still covers the mud flats thankfully as they are quite uninviting. As I walk into the water the steep shingle beach soon gives way to the smoother mud and it is not an unpleasant feeling as my feet sink slightly into it. There is not a breath of wind and the water is ridiculously flat if there weren’t so much silt in the water I am quite sure it would be crystal clear. I swim laps against the shore. Checking how long I’ve been in with my lifeguard after the first five minutes I relax into it a little more. Swimming here so close to the mouth of the river you are surrounded by land it is hard to believe it really is a proper sea and not a vast lake. The stillness and the steep bank of shingle do lend it the air of a swimming pool everyone on the shore is above looking down as I swim by with the reluctant lifeguard yelling the time out every so often. The water is colder but more because of the fresh water from the Ouse than the time of year, so I feel quite encouraged that I can bear swimming here for 10-15 minutes. As I get out my arms decide that they don’t want to work anymore and I have to rub the feeling back before I can get dressed with any ease. Once fully dressed the many layers reapplied I have that strange feeling of unreality and it all feels quite dream like. I have to admit though that I didn’t quite feel completely warm until after standing under a boiling shower at home for a good 10 minutes.
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