Hi, I'm Paul, - or The Sadist as Wayne has called me more than once.
Quite where this all started is a bit
hard to pin down. Certainly it seems that Wayne ’s 2010 English Channel swim ignited a burning coal in his skull – that place where a formerly
logical and rational brain used to function. Fanning the flames might have been
a bit of madness brought on by the English weather, a smidgen of mid-life
crisis and definitely too much testosterone-infused-talk combined with Guinness
intake. Because it was in a pub (isn't it always?), on a winter’s night, six
months later, where we identified that:
1. Wayne had a burning desire to do another swim,
2. He wanted it to be significant, or put another way,
he wanted his Andy Warhol-esque 15 minutes of fame,
3. He felt confident to do something similar in length
to the English Channel ,
4. A glance at Google Maps on his phone suggested that
the gap between the Mull of Kintyre and the north east corner of Northern
Ireland seemed to fit the bill, and
5. It appeared that no-one had yet successfully
completed this swim.
So far, so good.
Interesting facts which were not
apparent on that hazy evening, but which have subsequently come to light
include:
·
That stretch
of water is exceptionally treacherous - it's not just a case of strong currents
but of conflicting strong
currents moving against each other, the opposing sheets of water causing
tempestuous races and whirlpools,
·
The water
temperature's significantly colder than at Dover,
·
When the
water's warmest (relatively speaking...), it's also full of jellyfish (which
really are a genuine issue, multiple jellyfish stings are biggest
reason for failure of the swims that are attempted on the
'traditional' route further south)
·
Occasionally,
(and it is just occasionally Wayne ), orcas are spotted in this channel of extraordinarily cold, deep and
turbulent water.
However, blissfully unaware of any of
this, another round of drinks was purchased, backs were slapped, glasses were
clinked and a challenge was born.
so you already had a 20 hour cold swim? and this was not enough? it didn't shock you right out of your socks? oh wait. you were not wearing socks, so let's stop right there then. wayne! what happened to pub-crawling by gps-negotiated bicycle? you could get money right there out of a lot of people late at night and give this to charity! man, you're not well (smile). my son leo did the ireland/scotland whisky tour in 2010, and was back doing the england holiday end of last year. he will probably visit again end of this year. i'm going to put you and him in touch, since either you'll get on damn well (and I know you will - he's also awesome AND mad), or he might just slap some sense into your scull. at least with the latter you'll get some colour back. yeah, i really think the two of you should meet (just because you'll get on damn well)
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