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“Wild” swimming is often seen as individual. But the ocean has given me a real community.Laura Snapes

W.I’m sorry, but I have to break the glass of the case that says “X days since The Guardian published an article on wild swimming.” please do not worry. I’m not here to admire the life-giving qualities of cold water or “oneness” with nature. You can find sympathetic readings in the gazes directed at open water swimming (which, frankly, feels a little short of flimsy misogyny, given its popularity with women). If anything, it is that many of them are painfully distorted. Unique: A unique journey of discovery in neoprene. But for me, the best thing about swimming in the ocean is the sense of community that swimming in the ocean gives me and makes me feel so deeply rooted in my distant hometown.

I grew up in Cornwall and started swimming in the ocean when I was little. (I agree with Rhiannon Lucy Coslett. Living in a coastal location it’s just called “swimming”Back then, I liked to swim alone, rowing far enough to sing a pop song to myself without anyone hearing me, swimming long enough to turn my lips blue, and having to force myself to swim. Extracted and revived in the shower. But three years ago this month, after lockdowns were finally lifted, when I returned to my home in Falmouth for vacation, my friend Flo saw me swimming as part of a small group of women who met early each morning on Swanpool Beach. invited me to Our ages range from early 30’s to late 60’s. Flo soon moved to another town and stopped coming, but I plan to meet him outdoors regularly and was happy to see some fresh faces after months of working from home, so I kept going. rice field.

An ‘eventful’ day at Swanpool Beach. Photo: Courtesy of Suwanee Swimmers

The group has grown steadily. We adopted curious neighbors and beach wanderers to ask if we could join them while we swam back to the buoy avoiding the compass jellyfish. I brought my mother and my best friend’s mother of 23 years with me. In the water, we talked about books, families, the government’s disastrous response to the pandemic, menopause, psychedelics, the hateful media treatment of transgender people, quilts, and cooking. However, all conversation was inevitably interrupted when someone stopped to gaze at the shimmering sea below Pendennis.Point and say Rhapsody, “Just look So! We went every day unless the waves were rough or the Surfers Against Sewers app warned us that South West Water was flooded. I threw poop in the sea – again.

A WhatsApp group, Swany Swimmers, was launched to turn a chatty hodgepodge of breaststrokers into a veritable support network. (Though, like the popular national Bluetits chapter, we’ve never publicly advertised. We often say hello in the water.) One night, we saw the bioluminescence phenomenon. I decided to go to another beach to witness it. We’ve perfectly recreated the effect from Disney’s Frozen, but even when we were standing and whipping the water with our hands, the water magically glowed and made us burst out laughing. This is one of my few, boring, truly transcendent memories of her 2020. Water: ‘Bouncy’ is great fun, ‘Lumpy’ can be dangerous and ‘Dump’ should be avoided.

Eventually I had to return to London, but the group allowed me to keep one foot in my hometown. Members brought shopping to each other while one contracted COVID-19 and another suffered a badly broken leg. organized fundraising for Falmouth and Penryn welcome refugee families; shares details of protests against endless sewage streams, and more recently Bivy Stockholm – A barge where the government plans to accommodate refugees – being refurbished at a local shipyard. Old friends from Cornwall are scattered throughout the county. This group felt like a custom bulletin board that connected me to my home, a rare taste of real, local community that is hard to build in a big city.

Two swimmers hold up gifted quilts on Swanpool beach.
Quilt unveiling at Swanpool Beach. Photo: Courtesy of Suwanee Swimmers

When I get home, I still swim with the Suwanee family (that’s what we call ourselves). Some days it’s just the two of us, some days it’s just the two of us. 6 or more others. There is no time of the year when you don’t dunk, but wetsuits and swim caps are worn as temperatures drop. On Christmas Eve, we gather on the beach to pack our picnic benches with homemade baked goods and perhaps reckless breakfast-time booze (after a swim, of course). There were raucous joint birthday parties (a current WhatsApp photo of the group shows one battered swimmer trying to dance under another swimmer’s feet) and another. swimmers sometimes swam from beach to beach in memory of their deceased friends. Far from the idea that millennials, Gen X, and “boomer” feminists are feminists. in warthe Swaney family is a model for fostering friendships that transcend generations.

And when they gather in the same place on a regular basis, they record changes in the environment and each other. In the three years we started swimming together, the sea warmed early in the season (in June it was worryingly bathing) and the accompanying wildlife activity (recently “mauve needles”). ” came the jellyfish). town, beautiful but thorny purple thing with thorns). Late last summer, at a time when my personal life was particularly bad, I only went home for the weekend. During that time, I experienced my first ophthalmic migraine and accidentally drove the wrong way into a one-way system that I had driven thousands of times (luckily it was early and no one was around). Mr. and Mrs. Swaney kindly suggested that I stay and rest for a few more days, so I did.

I recently spent two months at home while I had no place to live, and noticed that the group was still growing and spreading inwards and outwards. Our new member turns out to be friends with my Nana. A swimmer kept his promise to swim 35 times in a month, so we swam together. To raise funds for Solace Women’s Aid That’s because it takes an average of 35 times for a woman to report being assaulted by a partner. Another swimmer has a worrying surgery scheduled. One man surprised her with a beautiful quilt he made to comfort her during her recuperation. It was the sea that once connected us. Now the bond between groups feels stronger than any tide or fad that binds us to the city and to each other.

Summarize this content to 100 words W.I’m sorry, but I have to break the glass of the case that says “X days since The Guardian published an article on wild swimming.” please do not worry. I’m not here to admire the life-giving qualities of cold water or “oneness” with nature. You can find sympathetic readings in the gazes directed at open water swimming (which, frankly, feels a little short of flimsy misogyny, given its popularity with women). If anything, it is that many of them are painfully distorted. Unique: A unique journey of discovery in neoprene. But for me, the best thing about swimming in the ocean is the sense of community that swimming in the ocean gives me and makes me feel so deeply rooted in my distant hometown.I grew up in Cornwall and started swimming in the ocean when I was little. (I agree with Rhiannon Lucy Coslett. Living in a coastal location it’s just called “swimming”Back then, I liked to swim alone, rowing far enough to sing a pop song to myself without anyone hearing me, swimming long enough to turn my lips blue, and having to force myself to swim. Extracted and revived in the shower. But three years ago this month, after lockdowns were finally lifted, when I returned to my home in Falmouth for vacation, my friend Flo saw me swimming as part of a small group of women who met early each morning on Swanpool Beach. invited me to Our ages range from early 30’s to late 60’s. Flo soon moved to another town and stopped coming, but I plan to meet him outdoors regularly and was happy to see some fresh faces after months of working from home, so I kept going. rice field.An ‘eventful’ day at Swanpool Beach. Photo: Courtesy of Suwanee SwimmersThe group has grown steadily. We adopted curious neighbors and beach wanderers to ask if we could join them while we swam back to the buoy avoiding the compass jellyfish. I brought my mother and my best friend’s mother of 23 years with me. In the water, we talked about books, families, the government’s disastrous response to the pandemic, menopause, psychedelics, the hateful media treatment of transgender people, quilts, and cooking. However, all conversation was inevitably interrupted when someone stopped to gaze at the shimmering sea below Pendennis.Point and say Rhapsody, “Just look So! We went every day unless the waves were rough or the Surfers Against Sewers app warned us that South West Water was flooded. I threw poop in the sea – again.A WhatsApp group, Swany Swimmers, was launched to turn a chatty hodgepodge of breaststrokers into a veritable support network. (Though, like the popular national Bluetits chapter, we’ve never publicly advertised. We often say hello in the water.) One night, we saw the bioluminescence phenomenon. I decided to go to another beach to witness it. We’ve perfectly recreated the effect from Disney’s Frozen, but even when we were standing and whipping the water with our hands, the water magically glowed and made us burst out laughing. This is one of my few, boring, truly transcendent memories of her 2020. Water: ‘Bouncy’ is great fun, ‘Lumpy’ can be dangerous and ‘Dump’ should be avoided.Eventually I had to return to London, but the group allowed me to keep one foot in my hometown. Members brought shopping to each other while one contracted COVID-19 and another suffered a badly broken leg. organized fundraising for Falmouth and Penryn welcome refugee families; shares details of protests against endless sewage streams, and more recently Bivy Stockholm – A barge where the government plans to accommodate refugees – being refurbished at a local shipyard. Old friends from Cornwall are scattered throughout the county. This group felt like a custom bulletin board that connected me to my home, a rare taste of real, local community that is hard to build in a big city.Quilt unveiling at Swanpool Beach. Photo: Courtesy of Suwanee SwimmersWhen I get home, I still swim with the Suwanee family (that’s what we call ourselves). Some days it’s just the two of us, some days it’s just the two of us. 6 or more others. There is no time of the year when you don’t dunk, but wetsuits and swim caps are worn as temperatures drop. On Christmas Eve, we gather on the beach to pack our picnic benches with homemade baked goods and perhaps reckless breakfast-time booze (after a swim, of course). There were raucous joint birthday parties (a current WhatsApp photo of the group shows one battered swimmer trying to dance under another swimmer’s feet) and another. swimmers sometimes swam from beach to beach in memory of their deceased friends. Far from the idea that millennials, Gen X, and “boomer” feminists are feminists. in warthe Swaney family is a model for fostering friendships that transcend generations.And when they gather in the same place on a regular basis, they record changes in the environment and each other. In the three years we started swimming together, the sea warmed early in the season (in June it was worryingly bathing) and the accompanying wildlife activity (recently “mauve needles”). ” came the jellyfish). town, beautiful but thorny purple thing with thorns). Late last summer, at a time when my personal life was particularly bad, I only went home for the weekend. During that time, I experienced my first ophthalmic migraine and accidentally drove the wrong way into a one-way system that I had driven thousands of times (luckily it was early and no one was around). Mr. and Mrs. Swaney kindly suggested that I stay and rest for a few more days, so I did.I recently spent two months at home while I had no place to live, and noticed that the group was still growing and spreading inwards and outwards. Our new member turns out to be friends with my Nana. A swimmer kept his promise to swim 35 times in a month, so we swam together. To raise funds for Solace Women’s Aid That’s because it takes an average of 35 times for a woman to report being assaulted by a partner. Another swimmer has a worrying surgery scheduled. One man surprised her with a beautiful quilt he made to comfort her during her recuperation. It was the sea that once connected us. Now the bond between groups feels stronger than any tide or fad that binds us to the city and to each other.
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/jul/15/wild-swimming-sea-community-cornwall-support “Wild” swimming is often seen as individual. But the ocean has given me a real community.Laura Snapes

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