Well, Saturday afternoon saw Team Richardson hopping around nervously on the side of the Camel estuary waiting for the start of this year’s swim to Rock. We’d seen the buoys out across the water, seen the finish line on the other side then we all spotted the thick sea mist rolling in!
The elite swimmers set off first and then 5 minutes or so later the rest of us went, it was really useful to see the yellow hats in front of us to help show the way along side the bright orange buoys and the canoeists - I shouldn’t get lost this year was one of my main thoughts.
The waves did get up a bit, almost a swell! We all got sloshed about with these and swallowed gallons so if the tide seemed like it was out further that evening that’s why. We all settled into our own rhythms and swam away, Mel, Cath & Mike stayed together and kept out of trouble, Andrea and I pushed on. I’m not sure if it was the tide or my goggles steaming up but again I drifted upriver, thankfully one of the canoeists spotted me and pointed me back on line so I didn’t go too far out of my way. We had a sea shanty group, the “Fisherman’s Friends” singing on the Rock side and that was great to hear - not only because we knew we were nearly there but also which direction to go in!
Cramp struck me in the last few hundred metres, both calf muscles! This meant that when I got out I really wobbled about a bit! Got my legs right and wandered up the slip way to collect my drink of water - it’s amazing how thirsty you get swimming, must be all the salt water. I picked up my t shirt too then wandered around a bit more & bumped into Andrea who was getting her kit from her boyfriend Keith, can’t say who finished first out of the 2 of us. We went and got into the queue for the burgers which were very well received, while waiting we let my next door neighbour into the line just in front of us and then the rest of our team arrived.
we went straight from 1 queue to the next to get a beer. I’m sure the sports physiologists would say this isn’t good practice but it does more for team spirit! The pint of Sharps Doom Bar went down pretty quickly, quick chat, met some more friends and neighbours and then we had to get the ferry back over to Padstow.
Andrea had to rush back for the end night of Fowey Regatta week but the rest of us didn’t so we had another “rest” in the Old Customs House before going off, Mike back to work and Mel and Cath off to a party. Mike was very concerned that he would be under-seasoning all the food for the next couple of days as he had swallowed so much water!
All now thinking about next year - how much training I must do and really that I must go in the sea more than once a year!