In a world

gone mad

To stay sane, I rise from my snuggy bed at 6.45 to go to the beach to swim.

This was my view this morning as I entered the freezing cold water. I usually swim 50 strokes, splash about, shriek a bit then I emerge from the water renewed, refreshed and happy. My swims remind me that this world of ours is a beautiful, precious place and I am very glad to be in it.