I’ve just seen a photo of my cousin’s grandchildren going for Christmas Day dip in the sea!! Good for them!! Well done children!! It was a great photo of the lad wearing a huge grin, wet suit and those swimming boots… do they have a special name? I don’t know, but they look cosy and stop pebbles making you dance as you head to the waves.
I was suddenly taken back to when I was in my early teens, maybe about eleven or twelve when I first went for a Christmas Day swim… or was it Boxing Day, I can’t exactly remember. I was in a great swimming club which was my social life as well as my sport. It was exciting fun to go along to Sheep’s Green on the River Granta (which becomes the River Cam and runs through Cambridge) There were changing rooms – when I say rooms, they were cubicles with wooden doors, open at the top and bottom, and you changed into your costume there. We swam in the river, but I’m not sure you’re still able to… I must ask family who still live there.
I’m sure when we cycled over there for our Christmas swim we had our costumes on under our clothes. I think we pulled off all our outer things and then dived into the freezing cold water – without wet suits or swimming boots, or gloves, just bare skin and black swimming costumes. I’m not sure we stayed in very long, just a quick race around and then back to the wooden steps and out of the water. People were waiting with towels to wrap us in and I feel sure there were Thermos flasks of cocoa, and I’m sure they were laced with rum and there were warm mince pies to gobble down. We must have gone into the cubicles to drag our costumes off our river-wet and cold and sticky limbs, pulled on our tracksuits, wrapped scarfs around us and emerged for more mince pies, and maybe more cocoa. After that, we’d get on our bikes and cycle home… For some reason I had an aversion to hats so I would have cycled home bare-headed… hardy or foolish!
We live by the sea now, and in various places along the coast nearby, people have seasonal dips – according to the time of the tide. Someone’s sister did it this year and posted the fact on social media… there were lots of admiring comments, and ‘gosh how brave’ comments… but I had a sudden urge to have a go next year. I’m not sure I will, but it’s a thought!
My featured image is of me after another river swim, one through Cambridge held in the summer…but there’s my black costume. I’m the middle of the three girls – no swimming cap of course!
Oh OOOh! Girls just gotta have fun.Girls just gotta have fun!
LikeLike
Definitely!!
LikeLike
It’s called wild swimming now. Not swimming. Wild swimming.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oops, sorry, yes, wild swimming!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Like soup is now bone broth.
LikeLike
Indeed, I should have remembered – having recently been in hipster Totterdown
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, it should have rubbed off on you. That would be artisanal bone broth as well, not home-made soup lol 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh it has to be artisan! And the bread with it has to be oven-baked, and the croutons pan-fried!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Like there’s any other way to fry croutons lol 😀 I refuse to go into anywhere that smashes avocados 😡
LikeLiked by 1 person
Foam… that’s another no-no
LikeLike
Ychyfi! Foam is what you get in your bath when you use Matey. It has no place on a plate.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m trying to remember what the other fancy nonsense is… it has a special pretentious name but it just means something is set on fire and the smoke is supposed to impart some ‘essence’… boiled beef and carrots, that’s what’s needed, rissoles, hot pot, kippers!
LikeLike
Flambé? And now those silly desserts where you put a cake inside a chocolate dome and pour hot sauce over it. Give me Spotted Dick any day of the week!
LikeLiked by 1 person
The only flambé-ing should be on Christmas pud – not for the taste but the hilarity of husband trying to set fire to rum/brandy/whatever, burning fingers, on one occasion singeing eyebrows, and then the time the plate tipped…
LikeLike
Oh hahaha that’s so funny 😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are the first English person I have ever heard mentioning a rissole!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Mmmm, rissoles… none beat my mum’s but the ones I make aren’t too bad!
LikeLike
Our local chippy makes very nice ones.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Chippie rissoles? That is a new concept… my Mum’s rissoles is all I know.. chippie… must investigate… is it a Welsh thing?
LikeLike
I think so. I’ve never seen them in a chippy in England. They’re balls of mashed potatoes, corned beef, onions and herbs rolled in egg and breadcrumbs and deep fried. Yum!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think my husband would like them more than me… but if I see them, I will give them a go!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My Husb loves them. He has them with chips, which is a bit too much potato for me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLike