🏊‍♀️ TREE 448: On wild swimming

Welcome to the last post of TREE Year 2.

Yesterday I wrote that FFOREST subscribers increased by 187% in Year 2. This was a terrible, unintentional exaggeration. Subscriptions actually increased by 87%. In simpler terms, we almost doubled in size. If you missed yesterday’s post, have a look. There’s a fun and useful poll.

I met Jess Lea-Wilson when she was a young teenager. She grew up and became a design client. Now she is a designer, artist and writer that I truly admire and see way less of than I would like to. Jess provided three posts August (one, two). Her posts start here and continue on her blog. Please click through. Her writing is warm and sink-into-able.

Thank you so much for sharing with us this month, Jess!

Today’s image is of a swim in Snowdonia is also by Jess. I chose the song.

Catch you on Monday 5 September.

Jeff

One.

My mum gets annoyed at the term “wild swimming”.

“Shouldn’t it just be swimming? It’s like bloody foraging. We never went foraging, we just picked things that were edible.”

But, if the combination of the terminology, those pictures of Matt Hancock (no, not those ones), the hoards of sexy oat-milk drinking millennials in their recycled fishing net bikinis, and, yes, the sensationally low temperatures of British waters haven’t quite been enough to swear you off the idea of wild swimming forever, may I suggest you try dipping a toe in the sea?

Two.

Three.

“I open up my eyes underwater.”