Swimming In The Sea

I love going swimming on holiday.

That first day of the holiday when you are somewhere like Tenerife or Lanzarote.

Stepping out onto the white sands in the heat of the day. If you tread on it too much it will feel like glass so you tiptoe across it.

Down to the beach.

Where you go into the water.

And swim.

You can swim out for miles. I was in Bulgaria swimming in the sea when I was little. I could almost see Russia – at least that’s what I told myself in those days between problems.

I always made a swim for the buoys. You’re not meant to go past those. But I would dangle along them.

Or see the tropical fish in the shallows.

Then when you’re done, and you’re tired, there is surf in your face as you lie: halfway between sand and sea in the foam.