Swimming in the sea is so affirming. I waddle penguin-like along the beach. Each ungainly step takes me closer to the moment of blissful plunging. I know no hesitation, have total confidence in the water which will bestow a grace and fluidity I can only dream of on land.
I do scream - you have to scream. This is after all, the North Sea and not the Mediterranean. Even after several weeks of locationally rare temperatures, it's cold. But once you've screamed and splashed about a bit you hardly notice.
I emerge tingling, reassure the vigilant Jack Russell and return to my clothes with the poetic motion of a prima ballerina.
my heart's in the highlands
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