The ocean lies still- stiller than I have seen for a long time and the waves barely break on the shore, soundless, effortless and almost ineffectual. The sea and sky merge into blue- grey mediocrity, which morphs into pillars and turrets of Cumulonimbus, lit up by the afternoons maturing sun.

It looks so easy, inviting and gently soothing.

I step in and walk ahead. Cold but not unbearable, as the chill creeps up the torso and invades the chest. I gasp. Can I take the final plunge?

I waver, prevaricate and finally go.

The shock takes my breath away – I am out of practice and my control has weakened. I have to stand up. The rush of heat and victory brings the rush of adrenalin. I gulp the air and determine to go again.

The sheer delight of striking out into cold must not be missed..