LIBBY GREENHALGH

Will we, won't we only a good sleep will reveal the answer of  if after today tomorrow will happen......well on the swimming sense......as tomorrow is coming whatever.  We are sat looking over the quay with a takeway cuppa and cake in the hope it will help us make some decisions about we should do about dinner tonight at least nevermind swimming tomorrow 0555 someone has turned a hosepipe on not in a good way....its is initially greeted by giggles from our respective rooms. Then reassurance it will go through.....well wont rain that hard again. Same same right Due to the lovely weather we are taking on day 2 first assuming it plays ball. Which requires us getting on a boat at the quay at 0700 and heading across to Bryhr to them take on 3 different swim covering the islands.  Everyone was very excited and I think we were the most anxious.....the number of repeat offenders is exceptionally high at this event and the number of people doing it for some...

Moooooorning its raining, it's windy but my new sleeping bag is amazing and yes Sacha is flying in today so swimming pals to be reunited.  Its all about the acclimatisation swim as they call it 500M post registration to show you can swim.....though really it became all about the new hoodie. Eventually I levered myself out of bed....taste tested the porridge ahead of swim day and then headed down into town to for coffee some shopping.....trying not to spend too much....and  to await my swim buddy. Sacha arrived and then all things swimming related began to come into focus well post lunch Following a rather lovely slightly extravagant 3 course meal with a cocktail or two at the Hotel at the bottom of the hill last night......to be fair I had tried everywhere and even squeezing one person was too many.....sacha anI went to Dibble and Grub where I had tried and failed and had to make do with Aperol spritz and seagul attack. Well that same seagul....yes it was because i...

Its dark Its hammering it down with rain suddenly and I am curled up in my sleeping bag in my Readi-tent in an old Garrison field on top of a hill in the far SW UK. Like all good stories these days the timeline needs to jump around a bit to make it interesting or is it just to confuse you. Though usually my poor spelling and bad English does that well enough. However in keeping with the times, my time line will now bounce around It T minus 5 weeks to holiday fun in the Scilly Isles. No doubt many people have played on the words of this beautiful place but without a doubt this is the silliest thing I have signed up for and more fool Sacha for being convinced by me too. You cant just enter on a whim....first you have to know about it, seriously consider it as its not free and be ready to hit enter the moment it opens as it sells out in 10mins. This isnt the London Marathon ballot which I enter knowing its highly unlikely I win......and its just hitting me that I entered the ...

Number of layers: not quite enough 1 pair of socks- okay but standing around not allowed Just jeans boo boo totally should have brought my granny thermals to wear under them Two themal tops body warmer and a sheep lined jumper A buff, my best hat and gloves. Temperature -5 to -7C First day on my own and big plans Check out the Mary Rose of Stockholm Head to the old town Go to the gym (on holiday whaaaaat- how I have changed) Home for dinner and movie while Kattis plays padel. The reality isn't too far off but those that know me the reality of getting up without officially planning or having a time booked doesnt overly work with me.  So I managed to leverage myself out of bed and squeeze my rice sausage, without looking because it presents itself as something no one has a desire to swallow,  into a bowl make a cuppa and consider my day.  A nudging what's app from Kattis asking how the Vasa (mary rose equivalent) Museum was and I was up and at it rushing for the...

I'm baaaaaaack, not for long and I haven't gone far but as I enjoy writing my blogs and it helps me remember and realise all the things I actually did.....so here it is. Heading off to Stockholm to visit Kattis for a week and try some Ice yachting and who knows what else.  Its been a year since I got the dog, walnut, and only the second time I have left her and this time I have a house sitter and before I had even made it to the plane the ridiculous creature had managed to set herself free and go off to Wolfys (Leslie's). She never fails to amaze me on her alternative homing instinct, hopefully it won't be end of me going away. Anyway I landed in Stockholm and went to wander through immigration to discover that it was way more like trying to get in the US than the last time I came and we were still in the EU. Even I began to question my validity in coming when they asked me who I was visiting. I couldn't remember, never mind actually say or spell Kattis...

Gooooood morning.....I think finally on day 7 of my holiday I awoke not completely knackered   Largely solar powered and thriving from a proper bed. As much as my inflatable mattress was a fully pimped step up, quite literally, on my roll mat camping. A bed pillows duvet and an insane view...a little bit of heaven that was rather hard to get out of....except for the nut desperate to go to the beach. I was worried about swimming here as google said no.....what I need to remember is I am.pretty water savvy and can probably make a fairly educated guess other than the Sewage or jellyfish. Instead we strolled to the beach, cup, an actual cup of tea, in hand to see the morning dog walkers and a couple of swimmers and let the nut rip. Barely a breath of wind and already warmth to the sun a dip would have been glamour. Wow what a wonderful spot this is. Alnmouth is right on the east coast miles of sandy beach which dogs are allowed to dominate.....well there is no restrict...