Simon and the swan
...or how I started wild swimming.
I am getting changed between two car doors to protect my modesty – advice from a man, clearly. It’s raining and I’m trying not to get wet. ‘You’re about to get into a lake,’ Simon laughs as he emerges from the other side of the car in a pair of Speedos he promised not to wear. ‘What? They’re Speedo shorts, not Speedo-Sp…
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