Sunday, 28 July 2013

White water, whisky and waterfalls

My humble blog is thrilled to hereby host a guest post from Brockwell Icicle Peter, who recently went on a wild-swimming jaunt to the isle of Skye! Over to you, Peter.



There are plenty of good reasons why otherwise sane and respectable citizens slip into the cold water swimming habit: the endorphin buzz, the camaraderie and of course – if you’re at Brockwell Lido – the coffee. But one of the biggest benefits is that once you’ve taken the plunge and acclimatised to swimming in a freezing lido (3 degrees C. during January since you ask) you can get on first name terms with hundreds of wild swimming locations up and down the UK. 

The Isle of Skye is the perfect example. Only 60 miles long but with 500 miles of coastline, dozens of seawater and freshwater lochs, and plentiful rock pools and waterfalls, the island is one big wild swimming opportunity. Tempted? Here’s a quick guide to some of the best spots that we were lucky to visit in June. 

Loch Coruisk: Dramatic mountain backdrop? Check. Easily accessible? Yep. Pure isolation, absolute silence and freshwater straight from the peaks of the Cuillins? All present and correct. There can’t be many more staggeringly beautiful wild swimming settings in the UK. Swim to the centre of the narrow lock and spin round slowly to take in the view. Here’s a picture that captures the atmosphere, along with the all-important swimmer.org cap that accompanied me on most of the expeditions. 


By the way, ‘easily accessible’ involves taking one of the frequent boat crossings from Elgol that drop you off for an hour or two at the loch. Alternatively you can reach Loch Coruisk by walking from Sligachan across the Cuillins (about four hours in fair weather). Or you can walk from Elgol (four hours again) although this involves negotiating the infamous ‘bad step’, a slippery wall of granite that can only be negotiated by shuffling along a very narrow ledge. Not for the nervous.

Faery Pools: The crystal clear pools and waterfalls that descend into Glen Brittle from the Cuillins are an absolute must for any wild swimmer, let alone a visitor to Skye. It was so stunning and memorable that we went twice - and would have gone a third or fourth time if I hadn’t sensibly been talked out of it. Here’s a quick video that hopefully gives you a flavour of the experience. You’ll see me make a tentative dive into one of the pools (it’s deep but not that deep), crawl through a narrow, watery canyon and then emerge, climbing gingerly behind a waterfall. This was just one connected line of pools. But there are dozens that stretch for about a mile or so up the valley and you could spend a long day dipping in and out of every accessible spot.

(By the way, anyone who fancies combining a dram or two with their diving - that probably accounts for most of the Brockwell Icicles - should also stop off at the Talisker brewery at Corbost, about two miles up the road from Glen Brittle.)


Loch Pooltiel: This one makes the cut just because it was the nearest tidal loch to our self-catering cottage. I’m not suggesting you go out of your way to find it in the north-west corner of the island, but it serves as a reminder that wherever you stay you’ll find somewhere stunning to get your toes – any indeed everything else – wet. One tip here – check the tides before you make a trip to a salt water loch. Get there at the wrong time and you’ll be faced with a long stretch of rocky, water-free bay waiting for the tide to turn. 



Coral Beaches: The Caribbean on Skye. Drive through Dunvegan and up to Claigan. At the end of the road there is a car park, and you walk for about a mile or so to get to the main beach. Don't be deceived by the first sandy bay you come to, the real deal is just over the low hill. No pictures here, just some over-wobbly video that didn’t make the cut. So you’ll just need to trust me when I tell you that even on a slightly overcast day the sand is pure gold and the water is cobalt blue.

That’s all we had time to swim on Skye although we did make it to the Outer Hebrides as well (another story, another blog). But there’s probably enough here to give you a flavour of the best swimming spots on this wild, wonderful island. Daniel Smart has more tips for Skye in the latest edition of Wild Swimming, but the beauty of the island is that you’ll always find your own private wild swimming hideaway far from the most popular locations.

It’s also pretty easy (and affordable) to get to there. A one week trip for four, with flights to Inverness, hire car and one week’s self-catering accommodation shouldn’t come to more than about £300 each (although Talisker costs extra). Finally, thanks to Dawn who – as well as surviving my swimming obsession - proved to be an adventurous swimmer herself as well as a dextrous director of photography, putting her waterproof smartphone to excellent use for the pictures and video in this post.



Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Charlton lido

With the waters of Brockwell lido increasingly resembling a cream of mushroom soup (complete with proverbial hair in it), fellow Icicles Sara and Noelene and I decided to skip the crowds for a calmer, more secluded spot last weekend. Cue school trip to Charlton lido in deepest darkest south east London, which reopened this spring after a £2m refurbishment. Cor.



Taxi in form of Sara's racy fiat 500 set us on Noelene's doormat in Lewisham at 8.30, where we marvelled at the charming surroundings:

No time for sight-seeing though as we jumped into Noelene's car and sped on to Charlton. The entrance to the lido is unprepossessing to say the least, and gives little away about what lies beyond:

A dark portal
And the security arrangements are very eco-friendly:
Electric fence full of water?

Arriving a good 20 mins before the 9am opening (too keen), we diligently formed an orderly queue with the two other ladies who were waiting. We soon fell to exchanging lido stories as you do, culminating in the more forthright of the two women telling us how she came to blows with a man in a wetsuit last week who insisted on swimming into and indeed over her - at which point a lone man who had now joined the queue behind us nervously piped up that he was away all last week.

 Next a life guard came roaring into work in some style, causing quite a flutter amongst the girls:
And then with a friendly greeting from the man on the door and tickets procured for six pounds sterling, we were in!


On entering you come first to the children's pool going acrossways, adjacent to the main lido beyond, which stretches away up ahead. While the pools are all redone the accompanying changing rooms etc are still works in progress, giving a pretty cool scene of the clear blue expanse of water surrounded by scaffolding and a distinct impression of hard hats. The lido is -ahem- heated but we were relieved to see the temperature display showing just over 25 degrees, so not too much over what it would be anyway in this heatwave. (We were also amused to see the temp dial didn't actually go *below* 25 degrees...incomprehensible).

Quick change in the little cabins on the poolside, and in we went - Nolene in the fast lane while Sara and I opted for the Zone of Bewilderment. It's 50 m like Brockwell, slightly narrower, and with an overcast day there was plenty of room for all. Even the water temperature was fine - I mean you're obviously not going to get the cold water buzz but it was infinitely more pleasant than any heated indoor pool. It's also filled to overflowing so you really can feel Entirely Surrounded By Water and also Not Scrape Your Knee when you turn in the shallow end. Just having the space to swim and swim without crashing into anyone or needing to sight was such a luxury.

Hot showers on the poolside, return to civilian clothes and then back to Noelene's for coffee and breakfeast to rival the finest offerings of The Lido Cafe. Here, Sara took the opportunity to demonstrate the optimal front crawl technique:

High elbow on the recovery

Firm grip on the croissant

Just time for Sara to make off with some of Noelene's bamboo and raid the neighbour's cherry tree before speedy departure in the getaway car.



A very successful and civilized trip - highly recommended if you fancy a little change of scenery and a bit more elbow room. Maybe just let Noelene know when you set off so she has time to get the pastries in.

Sunday, 7 July 2013

Summer comes to Brockwell lido!

Just a quick post to commemorate the fact that it has been boiling HOT and SUNNY all weekend at the lido (and elsewhere, I'm told). Even winter swimmers like to feel the sun on their backs every now and then.

Saturday: arrived 8am, swam, coffee and chats for (somehow) 3 hours, swam. 2.5km total (woop).

Sunday: arrived 8am, swam, chatted in the water, got out of the water, chatted over coffee and cake, swam. 2km total (quieter woop).

Magnificent mustachios

We icicles take our training very seriously

...well most of us do

Gang culture

"Did I leave the gas on?"

Nothing beats a good map of wild-swim opportunities
And finally, a small cake-related clip. I recommend turning up the volume for this one.


Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Swimtrekking in the Lake District

After months of eager anticipation Friday 28th June finally arrived - heralding the start of a WHOLE WEEKEND of SWIMMING in the LAKE DISTRICT, organized by SwimTrek. Yes indeedy. Meeting with fellow Brockwell Icicles Sara (posts passim), Deb, Claire and Noelene, we piled abroad Richard Branson's train and before long found ourselves deposited in Penrith, Cumbria, whence the obligatory taxi (it's the Brockwell way) spirited us westwards to our destination - viz. Dalegarth guesthouse and campsite, a comfy spot in prime position for lake swims.

With time to spare before The Safety Briefing, Sara and I made a stab at unpacking in our lovely little twin room:


...before giving up and heading out to explore.

And what a place! But a mere (haha) 2 min walk down a leafy path (featuring my first ever glimpse of a red squirrel - so small! so dainty!) brought us to the shores of Lake Buttermere - about 2k by 0.5k on the surface and (according to wikipedia) 23m deep (gulp) and strictly free of motorized boats - so basically bucketloads of beautiful clean water, surrounded by green rolling hills. *swoon* At this precise moment conditions were on the blustery side, which only fanned the flames of our excitement:


Back at the guest house, the safety briefing consisted of quick introductions from all 13 swimmers, plus our guide Neil and his girlfriend Arian (also a swimtrek guide), in manner of an AA meeting: "My name is Katie, and I am addicted to swimming. It's got to the stage where sometimes I swim twice a day. You kid yourself you can stop any time..." etc. The group included three (lucky) men, and altogether we provided a refreshing though not problematic range of age and ability.

Safety talks and forms completed, we were all set for a short 'acclimatization' swim in the lake. With the water a comfortable 15 degrees and a manageable 600 m loop to contend with, team Brockwell Icicles opted for casual dresscode (cozzies).

As soon as I entered the water I knew we were in for something special. The feel of it is so hard to describe - soft? silky? And the colour! As though lit from below with a dark electric blue light. Magical. Seeing the stony bottom of the lake suddenly drop away to the blue depths was slightly terrifying but mostly thrilling - especially with reassuring company of the rest of the pack (shoal?) whom I hoped would look more tasty to any passing lake monsters. Admittedly the return leg of the swim was somewhat on the wavy/choppy side, but fortunately we triumphed without recourse to river taxi, and emerged with a distinct sense of achievement.

Dinner was in one of the two pubs in Buttermere village, a lovely 20-min walk along the shores of the lake, up a hill, left a bit, down a dale and through a farm. Bed early (strictly no giggling in the dorms), up for cooked breakfast and lashing of tea at 8am, then all aboard the minibus to take us for swims to commence in earnest at the far end of Crummock Water - a lake abutting Buttermere, about twice as long and another beauty. 

We were divided into three groups according to swim speed - Claire and Lucy in pink hats for scenic head-up breast-stroke sans wetsuit, the mighty Jenny, Liz and Rob in the fast orange hat brigade, and the rest of us in yellow in the medium group. Support for the day was provided by Liam and Pete in sturdy Canadian canoes to transport our things and offer a taxi service should the fancy take us, plus team leader Neil in kayak. Here we have excerpts from the morning swim, a 1.6km stretch along the length of the lake. (Thanks to Liam for remarkably steady filming from the boat in the second half):



Are you getting the picture? Is your mouth watering?

Back on land for a quick change and a cuppa...


Time for tea
Top-notch hat

Liam stokes the fires to keep the tea flowing


....before striding forth on a lovely walk along the remaining length of the lake, stopping for lunch on a hill with stunning views of where we'd covered (right), and where we would be heading (left):

"Who nicked my sandwich?"

"Hee hee yummy sandwiches"
 Arriving at the Buttermere end of Crummock water, we came to swim #2 of the day - this time across the width to two small and verdant islands on the far side:


Then back to more tea and stacks of cakes and biscuits, all served from atop the ingeniously repurposed red canoe:

Silly hat? Waterproof flares? She's got the London look
Walking back to the guesthouse via Buttermere village, entertainment was provided by a local sheep with an interesting dining stance resembling some sort of yoga pose:


Not to mention some startling parallels between visitors and local residents:



Back in our dorm after another pub dinner that night, Sara and I found ourselves succumbing to that creeping interest in mischief that a twin room and a sense of being 'under supervision' inevitably engenders. Maybe it was the pint and a half of local ale, maybe it was the cumberland sausages - but clad in pyjamas, we found ourselves heading down to lake in the last vestiges of twilight a little after 10pm, doing our best to wear our towels as scarves with all the nonchalance we could muster....

(Warning: sensitive viewers should be aware that the following video contains a distinct suggestion of nudity - all very tasteful though, promise)
I cannot recommend such activities highly enough and adjure everyone to have a go if presented with such an opportunity.

On to day #2 - a scenic walk to the far end of lake Buttermere, followed by a swim of the 2k length of the lake. And what is that hot orange bauble in the sky?! Could it be....

Sunshine at last!


Boys' changing room

Girls' changing room

Behold!
As usual we set off in reverse order of speed to reach our destination at about the same time, with Claire and Lucy blazing a trail for us in pink hats. Neil helpfully reminding us that this would be "our last swim" lent a tragicomic air to proceedings as we bid farewell, where the following film of our final adventure begins:

A quick change next to what turned our to be quite the thoroughfare for traffic, hikers and boyscouts (!), then just time for a last walk up a hill (Pike With Foot or something like that - never been good on names), including a swim tutorial on the hoof from Neil (it's all about pushing the water backwards in the middle third of the stroke, fyi) and some pleasing views of our morning's scene of triumph:

Ta-dah!


Never turn your back on Sara...
Stunning scenery + epic swims + marvellous company = happiness. QED.