We both managed to miss swimming completely in October and only had one swim each in September so we were a bit daunted by the idea of going swimming in mid-november.
By the time we made it to West Bay it was gone 4pm and getting dark... at least the water was calm and the beach was looking as beautiful as ever. MG sensibly had her boots and I instantly regretted not having mine. How bad could it be? We used to think November was warm. A few seconds in the surf and my feet were numb. Ouch. We were embarrassingly cowardly and ran from every wave but gradually inched a little deeper and deeper. Finally we ducked under and swam for about a minute - then out to gasp a bit and then back in for another minute or two. Following our second dip I ran back to get changed (being cautious as I have lost all my bodyfat after being ill and have really turned into a bit of a wimp) while MG continued for a third hair-washing swim.
