Wet and wild

As the snow started to melt, the rain started to fall, and there was water everywhere. So what better than to get down and dirty with it in the churning depths of the River Erme? We trudged off along the road and through the woods feeling ever so slightly silly in our wetsuits, but in fact they were the most sensible things to be wearing, given the amount of rain. The river was totally alive. Waterfalls had appeared out of nowhere and were thundering into the pools. The river was tumbling over itself in its race onwards. We swam in one of the larger pools, which is normally tranquil. Not today.

Snowsurfing - the movie

Today Devon felt like the Alps. There was bright sunshine, brilliant blue skies and thick snow. We found a beautifully carpeted hill where we had surreally exhilarating rides, lying on our stomachs on surfboards. Watch - and listen - to the video to get the full experience, and hear the distress cry of an adult male.....

Snowsurfing

Although blizzard conditions unfortunately resulted in two hundred people being trapped in their cars in Devon overnight, it also meant we could stay at home and take advantage of the snow. We grabbed our surfboards and headed out the Terrace, a steep hill in Ashburton. Lots of others had the same idea, and there were shrieks and whoops as people whizzed down, with frequent emergency stops in the hedge at the bottom. Who needs a sledge when you've got surfboards?

Wind chill factor

As icy winds blew in from Russia, ahead of predicted snow, we walked up to the Avon Dam. It felt as though we were behind the iron curtain in the cold war era. A monolithic structure; a vast wall of water; a strange little hut to the side with a sign warning us to keep out. Grey and grim.

Underwater world

Ok, this picture wasn't taken today, but it's January, it's dreary and wet, and I need a reminder of the good times. This was me and a friend attempting to swim around Burgh Island a couple of summers ago (remember when we had summers?). The highlight of that swim was a glowing pink starfish shining like a tiny underwater beacon on a rock. May there be many more swims and starfish this summer.

Fearsome Foggintor

Friends who recently visited Foggintor Quarry described it as "a strange, rather creepy place", so naturally we were keen to go, and swim in it of course. As we trudged across the High Moor, whipped by icy winds, the thought of stripping off and plunging in seemed increasingly unattractive. However, once inside the quarry, there was no wind. It was very sheltered and very quiet with a calm beauty about it. Apparently stone quarried from here was used to build Nelson's Column. If you look carefully at the second picture you will see four small dots like pebbles in the water. That's us.

Dreamy Dart

Found a previously undiscovered (by us) stretch of the Dart, with a particularly unworldly quality. The river bed here is slate green and the effect is captivating, with slow moving water making its way through strangely coloured and contoured pools. It sort of looked like an underwater version of a relief map of Dartmoor.

Ukrainian Christmas

A friend of ours is of Ukrainian descent and invited us to Christmas Eve dinner, which the Ukrainians celebrate at Epiphany. We arrived to a house ablaze with candles and fairy lights. Twelve of us sat down to eat twelve courses, symbolising the twelve apostles. An extra place was laid for the souls of dead members of the family. The meal contains no meat or dairy, and so we feasted on an array of grains, vegetables and fruit. Dishes included borscht, sauerkraut, dumplings with mushroom sauce, cabbage parcels, quinoa, salad of pickled vegetables, wilted spinach with cheese, and winter fruit compote. After the meal our fabulous chef, who'd been clad in angelic whites all evening, as cook and hostess extraordinare, disappeared. She then re-emerged, dressed all in black, and started whirling, dervish-like, around the garden, brandishing fire torches. As a nearly-full moon lit up the garden, a blast of fireworks was sent into the sky. Amazing.

Mind the Gap

Thurlestone Rock is a graceful arch just a short way out from the beach; swimming to it - and through it - was our New Year's quest. We were also celebrating a year of group outdoor swimming. Twelve months ago today, several of us plunged into the sea at Bantham (three, including me, getting caught in a rip current in the process - a somewhat inauspicious start). That was the first of many swims around Devon together. Today eleven of us swam at Thurlestone; the sea was grey and every seventh wave was a crasher. Five of us, (not including me) made it through the gap in the arch. Afterwards we had a big fire on the beach, and drank a variety of reviving tipples including coffee, chocolate, soup, brandy and bubbly. What could be be more worthy of celebration than friendship and swimming?

Santa comes early

I was sitting drinking a cup of tea and reading the Guardian when I heard the sound of piped carols. It got louder and louder; then there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Father Christmas sitting on his sleigh outside, though there were no reindeers in evidence; he was being pulled along by a man in a Landrover. It is a lovely festive tradition in Ashburton. In the days up to Christmas, Santa travels around the town, calling on local children and raising money for charity.