I am still on a high this morning after one of the most perfect, otherworldly, awe-inspiring swims ever. Anna and I swam in the sea at Oddicombe with the full moon glowing like a huge pearl overhead. It cast an oval of white light on the sea's horizon, and sparkled a rippling pathway of diamonds from the shore. We walked in through a gentle roll of water, warm hats on our heads, and then swam straight towards the moon. We wondered if the white oval would ever be reachable, or whether it was like a mirage. The water felt and looked like silk, saturated by the gentle moonlight, and as we swam we realised we could see our limbs glowing clearly in the water. We felt part of a tremendous, endless vastness.