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But before you can become a majestic seal, you must first wrestle a wetsuit. This is a sport in itself. You’ll see grown adults hopping on one leg, grunting, and cursing at a piece of neoprene that seems to have a personal vendetta against their left ankle. I swear, getting into a wetsuit is like trying to put a duvet cover on a duvet that’s actively trying to escape.

Once you’re inside (and have caught your breath), you waddle to the water’s edge. The waddle is universal. Nobody walks gracefully in a wetsuit; we all look like penguins who’ve had one too many biscuits. You’ll nod at a stranger, who nods back, a silent pact of shared ridiculousness. You are in this together.

And then comes the first touch of water. It’s not like a swimming pool where the temperature is a gentle, boring 28°C. This is the River Thames. It has opinions. It has secrets. Your feet will scream, “Are you out of your mind?” and your brain will momentarily agree with them. But you keep going. Because that’s the rule.

The Liquid Sensory Overload

Once you’re fully in, something magical happens. The cold stops being a shock and starts being a hug. A very, very firm hug. You float on your back, and the sky looks bigger than it did before. The sounds of the real world—the emails, the washing machine, the builder next door—fade away. All you hear is your breath. It’s cheaper than therapy and you get fresh air instead of a bill.

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Swimming here is a choose-your-own-adventure. You can stick to the buoyed loop like a sensible person, or you can forget the loop entirely and just float with the current, pretending you’re in a David Attenborough documentary. Just don’t float too far, or you’ll have to swim back, and that’s when the humility kicks in.

There’s always that one swimmer who glides past you with perfect technique, barely splashing, while you flail about like a washing machine on spin cycle. You smile at them. They smile back. No judgment. This is the beautiful, unspoken rule of open water: everyone is cold, everyone is a bit silly, and we all love it.