My Week In Pictures – Swimming In The Dark.

You’re going to have to forgive me or tolerate me or something. But it’s highly likely that I’ll spend several months banging on about writing a book followed by promoting my book because it’s all terribly exciting and waffling on about it will keep momentum going. If you don’t like it you only have yourselves to blame because you’re the ones who kept encouraging me!

Anyway, I received some books to inspire and encourage me along with a packet of tissues (she knows me well!) and a wee card addressed ‘To Sarah The Author’

It’s all getting very real.

Something else I can’t stop banging on about it sea swimming. I absolutely adore this hobby and sometimes I think it’s to the point of obsession. But there are many other obsessives so maybe that makes it ok. Swimming in the sea is now as natural to me as walking the dog. I have the occasional day off but I’m soon twitchy to go in again. Strangely, I love swimming in the dark with the pier lights or the moon as a gentle illumination. This week I managed my first ever full moon swim which was on my swimming bucket list and an after-work dip at sunset. Both were absolutely magical. The obsession continues.

As much as I love being cold in the water, I hate being cold out of it. But, its winter and (shocker) super cold at the moment. The mornings are frosty and driving to and from work involves the heater full blast and even a blanket over my knees at times! But at least the morning sky looks pretty.

It feels colder than ever this year and I don’t know why. Possibly because I’ve spent more time outdoors this year than I have in my entire life and perhaps I just feel it more. Or maybe it was just milder last year, I don’t know. I’ve never been a fan of this season but I’m learning to embrace it and not have such a bad attitude towards it. It’s certainly time to dig out all of my hot water bottles and keep them on permanent refill.

I caught sight of this wee flower the other day and couldn’t help getting a snap of it. It was an endearing reminder that all of us are capable of flowering in Winter.