“I’m not cold. I’m not cold.” I repeat as I stand in the 7C water, remembering to focus on my breathing. I bob around a little, dropping down so the water is up to my neck. I decide to go for it – to ...
It’s 8am and I’m standing at the edge of my local lake at Beckenham Place Park in London, the early morning sun just beginning to peek over the trees. A layer of mist is rising from the cold water and ...
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