Category: Bobbing

#943 theoldmortuary ponders.

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And just like that the summer blew in. Elderflower and raspberry Gin and Tonic is a short-lived perk of early summer. As was  an early early morning bob with bobbers.

And cupcakes.

The bobbing was, as usual overseen by B.V.M. ( the elderflowers were also plucked from her borders) Oh for the sake of comedy how I wish it was an Elderberry bush, but sadly it was definitely a tree.

The prolonged Autumn/Winter/Spring wet weather has not been kind to her. She could do with some of my masonry painting skills.

But that would involve trespass and all sorts of shenanigans, so instead I gave her a digital cup of coffee from a local independent coffee shop.

Which despite being excellent coffee failed to bring a smile to her face.

In other masonry painting news my June project of painting 20 feet or 6 metres of a heavily textured boundary wall is completed by the 10th of June.

Just towards the end of the project it became clear that the bright white of the project area made the garage, steps and another walled area look very shoddy. I am not promising myself to get that all done by the end of June but it is possible. My wrists and shoulders need a little recovery though. Working paint into stippled and ridged concrete   makes all sorts of muscles ache. Fortunately gin is a very effective muscle relaxant.

#920 theoldmortuary ponders

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Four Devon Bobbers and one Cornish Bobber went bobbing at Talland Bay in Cornwall this weekend. I will admit this image is full of digital trickery but memories are a bit like this. The imagination and reality merged in a slightly twinklier version of real life.

Here is the real life.

I just chopped it up a bit, played with scale and enhanced some colour. Which is exactly what most humans do with an anecdote.

There is something a little tingly about being confident cold water swimmers. It turns us into Nyad Ninja’s.

We know that holidaymakers look on at a group of over-fifties women, arriving on the beach, and wonder what we are about. Especially when we slip out of our normal lives and stride confidently into the sea. No timorous squeals when the cold hits. We hear the comments of ‘Mad, brave, bonkers’ and push on.

There is no feeling like it.

#898 theoldmortuary ponders

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Not exactly a sunset picture but silky waters and a large cloud. The water was very enticing, on our evening walk, but we knew that it was all a lie by nature. Two hours earlier we had had one of our chillier swims of the winter/spring season. 5 bobbers bobbed at 5 pm, and for some reason it was unexpectedly cold. We have low expectations, which were exceeded. The coldest month in the water in Plymouth is March but I suspect our lack of any sustained good weather has kept the sea temperature low and there was a very brisk wind as we swam and chatted.

Hot tea and chocolate biscuits sorted us out as we dressed and caught up with each other’s news.  I don’t expect any of us to have achieved much on our Friday evening after our swim, but not achieving much could be considered an excellent way to end the working week.

#theoldmortuary ponders- just a little extra.

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How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

Unbelievably pre- COVID-19, I would never, ever, have considered plunging into the sea here at least once a week.  Plunging into the sea in all weather and conditions would never have crossed my pre-Covid mind. It has become almost a ritual and one that has more benefits than I could ever have imagined. For some inexplicable reason swimming in cold water has made me braver in other awkward or challenging situations. Rather a positive change that I am very grateful for.

#840 theoldmortuary ponders

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Yesterday was for the greatest part both busy and effective but my painting and printing were off -the- scale awful. Nature showed me how to be creative with beauty and subtlety. For about ten minutes I was treated to an ever changing milky sunset.

Meanwhile one of our occasional bobbers, and other Plymouth singers were in London making a noise

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2024/mar/07/no-drilling-climate-choir-sings-truth-power-parliament?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

It must have been a fabulous time experience to sing in that massive, Gothic space even for just ten minutes. If you read the article the intent is massively important but was achieved in a very eccentrically English way, with Architecture as the code word.

A quirky achievement  to  preserve evenings like this, when life is better than art.

#838 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Firestone Bay in the sun at 5 pm.

No late blogging today. Obviously for regular readers there is a clue to the repetitive nature of today’s blog. But as so often happens a ponder has emerged from the repetition that takes me off in an unexpected direction. There was a small pod of dolphins sleeping in the bay, roughly where the sea changes colour. Every now and then a dolphin broke the surface of the water. Sunshine and water, why wouldn’t I share the news with all my swimming friends. I put this image on our Bobbers Whatsapp group. A bobber then replied with this image, of where she is currently dipping her toes.

© Angela Bobber

What an uplifting pair of pictures. A visual call and response.

The minute I typed, call and response I thought I should check my thinking.

This kind of visual call and response happens a lot on the Bobbers WhatsApp group. Tranquility Bay is our ‘home’ but if a bobber dips into other waters and gets a great photo then a picture pops up for everyone to enjoy. Nearly always with a comment that a swim at Tranquillity Bay will be much appreciated when the bobber returns from their glossy holiday bobbing.

Funny that I would use a shanty term to describe photographs of the sea. It must be the ebb and flow, the rhythm of  flisvos*

Meanwhile the sun is rising and I must be up and about and printing.

*

#834 theoldmortuary

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March the Ist rewarded the Bobbers with a great swim yesterday morning. The sun came up. The water was at 10 degrees and the air temperature was 5 degrees. Nothing significantly different from January and February. But swimming on the first day of meteorological Spring felt buzzy. We were buzzy. As a group we have completed our third winter of regular sea swimming. When we started a photo like this was unthinkable. Each separate household kept themselves about two meters apart and our swim was our half hour of permissible outdoor exercise during a Covid lockdown.  Our group of 12 to 14 swimmers stretched out on the promenade for almost 20 metres depending on who lived with whom. Even sticking to the rules there was always a small element of anxiety about our early bobbing sessions. That anxiety was heightened when we were approached by the police.  We shouldn’t have worried, the police were concerned for our safety.  There was a voyeur on the loose. Hidden in clear sight, or in his case enhanced clear sight. A man was taking his half hour exercise by cycling along the promenade in fluorescent clothing. Fitness was not his goal however. He sought stimulation of an entirely different sort. His gimlet eyes searched for the hidden curves of damp bottoms or boobs as swimmers struggled in or out of their clothes.

Another winter was marked by an Atlantic Seal called Spearmint who joined the swimmers of Firestone Bay rather too enthusiastically for her own good.

She swam with us so often she almost needed her own Bobbers sweatshirt.

Maybe that’s the reason this year’s winter swimming has felt, at times, like a chore.  The only memorable thinge is how much storms have negatively affected our Bobbing plans.

Winter 21/22 Year of the Perv

Winter 22/23 Year of the Seal

Winter 23/24 Year of the Storms

I painted Storm Agnes, the first one of the season. She really whipped into Firestone Bay with a malign fury. The others didn’t inspire me quite so much. No paintings.

Storm Agnes in Tranquility Bay. Private Collection © theoldmirtuary

No more winter swims for 9 months, how fabulous.

#805 theoldmortuary ponders.

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©Jenna Bobber

The first bob of February was achieved yesterday morning. It was a somewhat monochromatic day. And for no particular reason quite a brutally cold swim at Tranquility Bay. There were only four bobbers, two bystanders and two dogs. A small highpoint was waving to the sailors on the deck deck and them waving back. An excellent way for us all to warm up.

Monochrome was the flavour of our outdoor life yesterday.

Two barrel hoops had dropped off a barrel near the Cooperage.

And much to the disappointment of Lola, one of her favourite cafes was shut.

Which leads me to today’s prompt rather nicely.

Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

February sees us back in home DIY mood. We are fired up by a very arty weekend away in Penzance.

Every inch of our previous home. The actual old Mortuary was designed and created by us and two wonderful builders, Jason and Dave who humoured our maddest ideas while still rebuilding a mortuary and attached cottage into a wonderfully comfortable home.

But fate took a turn in good ways and bad. We became the family hub and our family, which had been shrinking for many years, started to grow.

To paraphrase Chief Martin Brody in Jaws. We were going to need a bigger house. Our current home is an old Townhouse that had been owned by the same family for 60 years. It had been ‘done up’ to sell but has many original features. Without ripping out perfectly good things we are slowly remodelling the house to better represent and accommodate us. The to-do list will never be done. And we are just fine with that.

#776 theoldmortuary ponders.

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The extra blog. Unusually for me I woke up this morning with my cup less than half empty. 3 days early for Blue Monday my mood was definitely on the blue side of the mental health spectrum. No particular reason, some very small clouds on my horizons but nothing of consequence. The grumpies had arrived overnight. I am never too saddened by feeling glum as the artist in me knows that life and art is a combination of darks and lights. Feast and famine. Good days and less good days.

Blogging absolutely helps me pick out the high spots of daily life. But I am a free spirit and conforming, as I am, to the prompts of Bloganuary is not really my thing. I slightly dread the revelation of the prompt of the day.

But how to perk myself up?

1 Agree to go for a bob with the life affirming bobbers.

2 Write a random blog.

3 Put on my new, warm, fluffy socks.

4 Eat chocolate biscuits after the bob. Notice my cup is already more than half full.

5. Take steps in the sunshine to banish the grumpies.

Swimming in water at 10 degrees with an outside temperature of 6 degrees, blogging, fluffy socks or eating a chocolate digestive might not work for everyone but it is working for me.

#765 theoldmortuary ponders

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Christmas Day was a bobbing day and unusually there were more observers than bobbers.

Bobbers 6-9 Non-Bobbers.

The Non-Bobbers managed a seasonal Victory despite two late attenders who failed to make the pre-match photographs. Coach is always a non-bobber but always takes the photographs. The Non-Bobbers had brought in International stars from Poland and Hong-Kong to bring strength to their team. Inane chatter at the end of the bob was kept to a minimum as bobbers and non-bobbers had post-bobbing commitments. This was the last bob of 2023.

©Jenny Tsang