‘Twas the day before Christmas, when all thro’ South Devon, the swimmers were stirring, around about 7; The chocolate was packed, the flasks filled with care, and mince pies were stacked into large Tupperware;
The non-swimming muggles were warm in their beds, while visions of shopping centres danced in their heads. Kate Ape with her shortie, and Jackie in sparkle – more glamour amongst us than new Princess Markle!
We boarded the ferry, with anticipation, for sea water fun, and mass participation. Along by the Dart our convoy was trailing, There were many boats, but we weren’t here for sailing…The cloud in the sky, and the sea milky blue, the mizzle was mizzlin’ and a SWIM would ensue;
Now, what should appear but a large plastic croc, with a pony tailed owner, in full Santa frock, advance party bimbled on down to the beach, the Ashburton crew were soon within reach.
With faffage and chatting it was off with our socks, and we posed and re-posed, for pics on the rock. Then we entered the water, strongly and bold, (though the wetsuits and rash vests did help with the cold).
“Now! Allan now! Carole, now! Joh and now Ron, “On! Sophie, on! Lynda, on! David and John; “To the edge of the cliff! To the end of the wall!”Now swim away! Swim away! Swim away all!”
As wet kelp that slips by the wild tidal flow, when we meet with some barnacles, over we go; So on to the gully the swimmers they swam – the tinsel was soggy, but still looking glam:
And then in the gully the swim party turned, with thoughts of sweet treats, (in cold water well earned). As they swam round the corner and back to the land, a visitor came to join the merry band:
He was dress’d all in blubber, from his head to his tail, and his fur was all greasy, not sure if ‘he’ was male; His eyes-how they twinkled! His flippers were flippy, his teeth were like razors, his skin was so slippy;
The stump of a fish he held tight in his teeth, and the swell it encircled his head like a wreath. He was chubby and plump, with eyes that were beady, and those of us out were glad we’d been speedy…
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, made it clear t’was to Popham as bait he’d been led. And flipping his tail upside of a wave, a snort and some bubbles were all that he gave. We sprung to our towels, to our hats and our gloves, with hot drinks and chatting, and lots of #swimlove
So we all return home, with socks gently steaming – Happy Christmas to all, of swims be you dreaming…