Keri Hutchinson 50 by 50. The ice cracked and tinkled beneath my bare foot as I gingerly stepped into the pond. I inhaled sharply as I felt the familiar burning sensation that only ice cold water can deliver and watched m...

Keri Hutchinson the dawn stalkers. Do you know where the wild things are? I know where they are, nay, who they are even.  They call themselves the Dawn Stalkers and they appear, ghostlike, before first light.  The sea wel...

a different kind of athlete For the last year or so being a swimmer has meant having to become a different kind of athlete.  In twelve months, I may have made it to the pool for a swim maybe ten times.  ...

"Everything will be okay in the end..." John Lennon As I have swam in waters around Liverpool since lockdown began, these words from John Lennon have...

Harry Rocks to The Needles : One tick for the bucket ...

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