Thanks to Stephen Seabridge, Stoke-on-Trent’s poet laureate, for this wonderfully evocative poem.
The Lake at Loweswater
That morning we got up before light
watched the sun peak out as we drove.
At dawn we stripped and tiptoed,
danced our way into the lake's long bowl.
The water was ice in summer,
a whisper of shock in our bones
as we swam out into the basin,
At the shore we were electric,
the cold a dull centre in our bellies,
our fingers live with static and fizz
as our bodies retook the world's low heat.
Wild swimming is fun and invigorating, but always take care and be sure to assess the risks - see here for some useful guidance