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November has arrived and with it comes one of the most magical transitions of the year.  As you head down to the water, you might notice it before you even touch the surface: the soft crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, the woodsmoke in the air and that unmistakable bite in the breeze that signals the start of the cold-water season.  For many of us this is when the true magic of wild swimming begins. The Beauty of Autumn Waters The trees are releasing their final bursts of col

Wild swimming in the river at Hemingford Grey

There was a slight nip in the air this morning as I left the house (note to self - it may be time to start packing a few warmer pieces of...

There are some days that just beg you to go exploring. The sun was already shining in a cloud-flecked blue sky when we packed our...

On one of the hottest days of the year, my swim sisters and I set out to London on a wild swimming adventure. On our days out we love to...

For a bit of a change, my swim buddy and I headed to Caen Meadow—somewhere we hadn’t visited in a while. The morning was bright and...

Broad Horizons There’s something magical about a bright May morning—the kind that promises adventure before the day has even begun....