Fools rush in; we go for the slow and steady approach to avoid heart attacks and strokes.... Anyway, some would say that getting in the water at this temperature is an April fool enough on it's own.
SW and I plan to meet at Cogden but confusingly pass on the road going in different directions, as SW discovers the Cogden carpark to be overflowing (hello Easter tourists) and relocates to Burton. We traverse along the cliffs and slither down what was once a path and is now just a mud slide (see above) to the beach. Seen from above, the water is unbelievably clear and perfect. But also - unbelievably cold. We agonise our way in, and swim about gasping, a raw burn across my forearms and a gradual peel across my back. As usual by the third dip it is bearable and almost pleasant - there is definitely a feeling of plunge pool cleansing to this, especially as the water feels so clean. And coming out onto the warm sand and warm sun is a triumph; we are elated and jubilant, even more so when a nice Irish man hails us as "two of the bravest people in the country". At least, I think he says bravest.
MG
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