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Cogden 3.00pm MG and KH
They said it on the Today programme but I refused to believe it until I saw it with my own eyes - bluebells in March!
The second day of beautiful warm weather brings KH and I out of our burrows and reunited on the water's edge. There is an army of fisherman viewing us from the panoramic beach, but with a few forceful words I force KH into the water, having been shown the way by both Percy and The Mascot who both plunge in. It is brutal. But, again, on the third dip, it becomes bearable and almost pleasurable; the clearness of the sky and the water are pretty brilliant. But there's no possibility for talk or gossip; staying alive is all we can manage.
We feel very pleased with ourselves back on dry land and plan a return visit the next day. However, overnight KH falls into a fitful slumber haunted by the gurgle and roar of the undertow on the Chesil Bank, and the next day sees neither of us in the water.
But we've started the ball rolling and the next swim will be soon.....
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