The sky was overcast and so the surroundings stayed grey with rain on the horizon. A steely, restless sea did not attract many swimmers- perfect for a lonesome dip.

The water was welcoming, fresh and clear, but the liveliness of the waves churned up seaweed from beds rooted in the surrounding rocks. As I swam, long bootlaces, twinned themselves around my limbs. This is not my favourite sensation – I see a long thin sea monster winding its tentacles around me and dragging me to the bottom…

This didn’t happen and I reminded myself of the seaweed garden below.
I grabbed a clump and dragged it out with me… I’m not afraid if it on land…

It is somehow elemental to swim in the ocean, where so much life is generated, and where death lurks.
Take nothing for granted.