I was visiting the little coastal village of Raumati last week and I decided to go for a swim.
I stepped into a pair of Crocs. I don't usually wear Crocs in the water but, hey, I'm a fast learner when it comes to walking through the waters at Raumati - no way did I want my feet torn to bits on broken shells. Been there before and done that.
Before I'd even reached ankle-depth in the murky water I'd crunched down on a full-sized paua shell (abalone shell, for my one American reader). Shells and thousands of twigs carpeted the sea bottom. Similar sea debris swirled around me. I trudged for ages before the water got up to my waist.
Oh, and did I mention that it was cold? The air temp that morning in Raumati, just a few hours previous to my swim, had been 1c. 1c! I was the only person in the sea and nobody was walking the shore. I was a long way out and, honestly, had I got into difficulty, who would know? So I didn't spend too long in the water.
That's six sea swims for the month so far. This year, seven swims minimum per month is the goal.