A strange day. Heavy with clouds and fog. Muggy too. By early evening the sun was trying to break through but largely failing except for a few chinks of light over the sea.
Walking towards the water it felt like winter swimming all over again. After such thoughts the sea was pleasantly warm and smooth. The gently undulating surface and blue-white, milky-clear sea felt oddly soft, closer to fresh water in texture. A trick of the light, movement and colours confusing our senses.
Swimming out beyond the pier (way beyond the pier) we felt more normal and the regular conversation about food and sharks resumed (I had been alarmed to read earlier that a great white was caught of La Rochelle in 1977).
The depth of our diving has always been limited by the feeling that our brains are about to exit through our ears. After reading about holding nose and blowing to equalise water pressure (http://www.freedive.net/freediving/freedving.htm) it had to be tried. It is amazing. Its like vacuum packing your head. There is no pain at all and I found that I could dive as far as I could hold my breath. A few seconds on the sea bed with 5 metres of water above opened up a whole new world. MG braved it too despite the knowledge that the sea is unfathomably deep and came up as high as a kite.
SW
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