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’It was twenty years ago today…’ so went the song, nostalgia from the first line, like the conversation I had with Jeremy about the...

‘Bin swimming?’ – I thought I was being asked if I had been swimming, now in Lockdown Three. Not so. It was more a quizzical thought...

Sandy Burnett is a Man of Music, especially amphibious in classical waters and jazz streams of consciousness. He is one of the most...

It was the start of Lockdown Three, and I was determined not to take it lying down. Facilities across the land closed down, and when...

Bada bada bada, Varje dag, Bada bada bada, Varje dag, Bada Ja, Bada Ja, Bada bada bada, Varje dag! It is less of poetry than of trance...

I dreamed of swimming last night – in Copenhagen, a place denied to me in this year of coronavirus. I have been coming to Copenhagen...

It is November, and Lockdown Two, which thankfully permits outdoor swimming as long as it is not at a venue. Hardwick Lake is closed for...

Most good ideas start with a conversation. This particular idea started with Sef and Jeremy mulling over swimming into the River Thames....

It is a season of forgotten holidays, moving toward Lockdown Two in the UK. This morning I saw Sarah walk past my front door in the...

Woman for All Seasons Helen Edwards has insinuated herself on my psyche almost by stealth. I honestly can’t remember when I met her...

I first met Craig at a Dodo swim in Oxford – that is December Oxford Dip Outdoors. Or Dip Outdoors December Oxford. Or December Outdoors...

Nick, at the Serpentine Swimming Club, wanted to introduce me to Pauline Barker last year. I couldn’t make it to London that day, and...

The running head for ‘swimmingpod’ is ‘a podcast series for people who like to swim (outdoors)’ - a deliberate cheese-take on the...

So in the end, the 65 swims at 65 years of age started with breakfast and finished with lunch, with burrata in both cases. This...

Heisenberg was OK with uncertainty, and Schrodinger had a cat. That is how I remember high-school physics - it is a good job my physics...

“Are we nearly there yet?” – so spoke the look on Pauline’s face as we were getting closer, but not quite there, in rural Somerset, with...

When I took part in Swim the Thames, Cookham featured twice – the kilometer or so from Bourne End to Cookham, then a kilometer or so...

‘I am the walrus… I am the walrus…’ kept circling in my mind on the way to Clevedon Marine Lake, across the other side of Bristol, on the...

That’s life. C’est la vie. So das ist das leben. It amounts to the same thing, which Scottish poet Robert Burns summarised as “the best...

“As long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise” – this Kinks song from my early adolescence, was running through my head. David...