From my writer friend, Mary-Rose MacColl in ‘Wild water swimming Australia, I love you’:
When I started winter swimming, I was going through a period of grief that would not lift. I began to understand why those 19th century Scottish psychiatric hospitals used ice baths. When you’re this cold, you quickly forget what you were unhappy about. It reminds me that while I often live in my head, my body has things to teach me. When I swim, I am nothing but the swim.