We have been at home in Devon this Christmas so it's been wonderful to swim on both Christmas and Boxing Days. On Christmas Day Yaara, Rachel, Steph, Judy, Angie and I did a sort of "Santa Dash" to the Dart at Spitchwick; we have it down to a fine art now. It goes something like this: put costume on, with robie or dressing gown on top. Put on coat and hat for warmth, and wear neoprene boots on feet. Get in car. Arrive at river, strip off outer layers, get in river, swim. Get out, fling robie/dressing gown on, put on coat and hat and run back to the car. The perfect way to start Christmas and still be back in time to get the turkey in. The only slight issue was the rain and hail which decided to fall with a vengeance as we started swimming - but, as Yaara observed, the hail stones were actually very beautiful on the water as it was so cold they didn't melt straight away. Then today, Boxing Day, it was totally different. Blue skies and bright sun, and we went down to Mothecombe to walk to Bugle Hole. I love swimming here - it's a keyhole-shaped inlet which fills up at high tide. Today it was like being in a spin-cycle and totally exhilarating. Nancy kept me company, bouncing around in the water, and I got to try out my new pink and white flowery swimming cap, a present from my lovely sister in law Kate.