Thatcher Rock, off Torquay, has a movie-mythical air; with its fairy Disney castle turrets, and crags reminiscent of Skull Island in King Kong. But when we got there, it was all about the birds. As we approached, the rancid smell of guano hit us, and the cries of seagulls surrounded us. High above, cormorants circled; Sue remarked it was like being in the Galapagos. Then, at the back we saw a group of glossy shags, like teddy boys with their jet black quiffs. It was a really amazing swim, travelling from the genteel world of Torquay's Millionaires' Row to the raw beauty and isolation of the island. There were some strong currents, which made it challenging at times, but also made us aware of the forces that have shaped this place. On the way back we 'conquered' the island with the raising of the Devon Wild Swimmers Flag. Long Live the Swimmers!
(Thanks to Allan and Lynne for two of the pictures)