Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Tides

                                                       

As I walk back up to the dunes I feel strangely elated. I find the bag I'd buried in the sand, pull out a towel and dry myself, all the time watching, breathing, loving the view. The North Sea. Brown in colour, but a sight that has always comforted me.

For the last few months I've returned to the beach. London changed me. The road, the pressure, the hype, the commercialism. I needed to find the single most important reason for doing anything- enjoyment. And I did. A 10 minute warm up to the beach, half an hour barefoot on soft sand, 10 minutes back. No races. No pressure. Enjoyment.

The sun was low. The beach deserted. This was the next step.


I'd toyed with buying a paddleboard, maybe spending a few hundred quid. Then I came across Keith Malloy. All I needed was , well nothing. I could swim naked if I so choose.

I want exercise, but not competition. I want to be in the moment. I want to take my time, look around, enjoy. I can't find that on the road or track. I need nature. I need awareness. I need change. I'm no great swimmer. Have no ambition to swim great distances or great speeds. Just to enjoy.

                                     
                                       My bruv and his little girl.




                                         The Saleby  Rainbows




                                         Ingoldmells Strongest Man?



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