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The Rhinnogs – swimming in Llyn Cwm Bychan

Wading out of Llyn Cwm Bychan

Getting out

Out swimming

Llyn Cwm Bychan in the shadow of Carreg-y-saeth

Over the wall

“After supper I went back up the mountain and camped at the top end of a lake, Llyn Cwm Bychan, on a little sheep–mown peninsula where the river enters it… I woke to the beginnings of a fine day and bathed in the lake off my peninsula, swimming through lingering miasmal mists rising off the surface.” 814 more words

Roger Deakin

Mt. Manalmon: Sunrise on a rock

Summer of 2014  my high school friend who was into climbing invited me to this one… Mt. Manalmon is located at San Miguel Bulacan. Just 1 1/2 – 2 hours away from manila. 670 more words

Wanderlust

Blythburgh - into the marshes

Looking down north

Tim takes to the water

Tim in the marshes

The reed beds

Bulcamp marshes

“I lowered myself off the jetty into a foot and a half of estuary water and propelled myself over the bed of delicate, smooth mud, out into the deeper waters of a maze of submerged drainage channels.” 570 more words

Roger Deakin

Hambridge and the levels - drain swimming

In the drain

The bridge over the old canal

Getting ready to get in

“I swam just outside Hambridge in one of the long straight drains across the flat grazing meadows on West Moor like tall mirrors, It was about fifteen feet wide and four feet deep.” 526 more words

Roger Deakin

River Isle - in the shadow of the 303

From the beach

The clogged up Isle

“In a wild stretch of the River Isle, a mile upstream from Ilford bridge, I stumbled on the perfect swimming hole. 550 more words

Roger Deakin

To the Bridge and Back 10 miler, third race, first DNF

In open water swimming, a did-not-finish is no big deal.  They happen.  Theoretically, I knew it would happen sometime, and then I promptly forgot that not finishing happens.  2,176 more words

Marathon Swimming

River Dove, Eye – off the Abbey bridge

Luke post–swim

River Dove

River Dove from the Abbey Bridge

“I soon reached Eye, where I leant the bike beside the Abbey bridge over the River Dove and clambered down the bank to a pool almost directly below the brick arch, hidden by the road from the parapet…two frayed and much–knotted ropes still dangled from a tall Scots pine.” 624 more words

Roger Deakin