
First day back in Firestone Bay. Cold and crisp.

Community, Christmas Cheer, condolences and Chai.


First day back in Firestone Bay. Cold and crisp.

Community, Christmas Cheer, condolences and Chai.


I have been a bit of a ‘natural’ light pedant this weekend. I am creating a woven collage abstract of the tidal pool.
Natural light because I am weaving and colour matching.

Glueing, weaving and moving strips is curiously time consuming.

I am slightly obsessed by the colours of the sea in Firestone Bay and the way the rocks and concrete collect lichens and marginal seaweed.

I am about a quarter of the way through the sticking and moving process and daylight is in short supply. I am loving this new process . I quite fancy doing something similar as a flower meadow in pastel colours that would be completely out of my comfort zone.

A project for the spring perhaps?

Sometimes painting out a burning pondering is exactly the right thing to do.
During my long, lone swims of the last couple of weeks I have been pondering my personal moral compass and its origins, inspirations and foundations.

It will be no surprise that I am a habitual ponderer, questioner and re-evaluater. Add to that a procrastinator, although I procrastinate to re-evaluate and also to allow time and nature to rebalance.
In deciding to paint my moral compass I realised that every day my moral compass is slightly recalibrated by the previous days experience.
To match the 32 points of a compass I wrote 32 words that inform my moral compass. Today I know that I will edit those words a little after more pondering or experience. I wanted to show some core values and the flood of information that we all process on a daily basis. This is very much a work in progress but the compass looks like this currently.

In other news my 50 year old compass is defunct.
I have lost a whole family of watercolours. They were in a really slim, discrete hinged tin. Pale silver in colour. I know I took them out on an adventure but I suspect they were so discrete I completely missed them on my clear up and pack away.
Thankfully I am a watercolour magpie so no real harm. Irritation massive though.

My apologies for the repetitive nature of this week’s blogs but the swimming conditions this week are almost perfect. I had a quiet lonesome bob last night. Squeezing a swim out of a gap between a dog walk and supper.
Although not seen from this view there is a small defensive castle, built 500 years ago. Hidden by the bushes on the right.
For some reason I pondered on the exitement of moving-in, to a new-build castle. Although this one would have been a place of work and not a home. But on evenings like this in 1525 there would have been soldiers tossing pebbles into the sea from the small beach and others looking out at the small island from the tiny battlements. I don’t even know if recreational swimming was a thing then.

They wouldn’t have had my excellent swimming entry into the bay . But scrambling over the rocks or swimming from the beach would be easy options for a Tudor Bobber.If sea swimming was a thing for him.
Weirdly despite the peace and tranquility of my swim, there was a drama unfolding in the distance , on the green stretch of land opposite the steps. Many emergency vehicles with blue flashing lights had gathered at the site of a new car park. Bringing me swiftly and ponderingly back to the 21st Century.

21st Century Drama, a 16th Century castle and a peaceful swim all squeezed into one little bay.


Unlike yesterday my great swim did not propel me instantly into a great confrontation.
Instead a chilled glide around a supermarket. I am not sure a supermarket is the best place to glide in a chilled way but it was essential to our overall household wellbeing. Some practical domestic admin is now needed for household wellbeing.
Stuff needs to go into the attic.
Neither supermarket shopping nor attic hopping is particularly visually appealing. So another swim spot image it will have to be. Full disclosure I did not have the swim spot to myself today. 5 people and a dog were launching there at the same time as me.
One puzzling pile of lost property. A single left shoe and a left knee brace. Makes you think of possible scenarios…


Hard on the heels of yesterday’s blog comes todays’. I failed to push the publish button yesterday. Too busy getting out of the house to join the bobbers.


The tides and the weather are being kind this week. This is not our usual location for a bigger bobbing group but the perfection of tide and weather had made our usual jumping off spot very congested.
This location with slopes and steps is perfect for solo or two person swimming, but as no one else was there it accommodated 9 bobbers and a dog very well. But it was the previous day swim for two that prompted this illustration that prompted this blog

A friend and I had planned a late afternoon swim the previous day. Beyond the swim she arrived very much as a woman on a mission. She needed chocolate and she needed it now. So as no swimmer should ever do we headed off to the pub first.
The pub in question the V.O.T serves very good cake.
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As it turned out the pub sold exactly the cake that would set my friend very much on an even keel. She said, throwing in a nautical cliche.
She chose an epic chocolate cake embellished with creatively deconstructed Snickers bars.
Choosing the healthy option I went for Blueberry and Lemon embellished with gold leaf.
Both cakes set us up for a wonderful, seemingly endless swim, and a good long chat and laughter that definitely put the worlds to right.

Not much more needs to be said.

Sunday and the heatwave continued. After a sweaty day in the countryside we returned home for a late evening swim in a bay filled with the beats of the last DJ set at the Drakes Island festival. This morning the sunrise and dawn chorus are in the exact same spot with a cool breeze and cooler water.
All the same colours, just spread out differently


This is deliberately the last image of a weekend of Summer Solstice swims. It is an entirely composed and invented view of the Bobbers reality. Magic realism at its most local.
Magic realism is a literary and artistic genre that incorporates fantastical or mythical elements into a realistic setting. It blends the ordinary with the extraordinary, often blurring the lines between what is considered real and what is not. Originating in Latin America, particularly through the works of Gabriel García Márquez, magic realism explores the coexistence of the mundane and the magical, challenging conventional notions of reality.
Here’s a more detailed explanation:
Key characteristics of magic realism:
Examples of Magic Realism:
How is it different from fantasy?
While both magic realism and fantasy include fantastical elements, they differ in their approach to reality. In fantasy, the fantastic elements are central to the world-building and often require extensive explanation or rules. In magic realism, the fantastic elements are integrated into a realistic world, often serving as metaphors or symbols rather than the core focus of the narrative.
The Bobbers started swimming at dawn and dusk on both the Summer and Winter Solstices during 2021.

In June 2021 we were still living under COVID Restrictions. A lot of Bobbers bobbed both morning and evening Bobs. We had not returned to real life.
4 years later and real life has returned. Bobbers are not as free to swim twice a day to mark the longest and the shortest day. But being there and not being there have some significance for all of us. Including the sun. In the real world the sun does not rise or set behind Drakes Island when viewed across Firestone Bay from Tranquility Bay beach.

In the real world only 2 Bobbers bobbed the morning shift and 5 bobbers, a dry bobber and a dog made the evening shift of 2025. Other swimmers raised the number to nearly a 100 in the morning and about half that in the evening.
But bobbers and ex-bobbers, even non-bobber swimmers everwhere know how it feels to swim in this specific place and can imagine themselves there for those moments. And in everyone’s imagination the sun for sunrise and sunset makes a perfect debut and finale just behind Drakes Island. Magic Realism is a powerful thing.


Summer Solstice started with a burst of colour over Firestone Bay as two bobbers and about 100 other swimmers took to the sea at dawn, the conditions were perfect.
Then the Solstice took a more practical turn as twenty volunteers, including two bobbers, took on the annual task of painting the Tennis Club Clubhouse with preservative.


Then it was back to the sea for more swimming at sunset.

So much exercise in one day and not a gym in sight.
A day painted perfectly.

In other news, the Solstice was celebrated in the local Tinside Lido.

And, of course, at Stonehenge.

Celebrated as a timeless place of worship with peace, love and traffic holdups.

Another lonesome bob and a few minutes of tinkering with a phone camera and some Polaroid sunglasses and wet rocks.
Like all rocks, the rocks in our swimming zone are infinitely more colourful when they are wet and Polarised lenses enhance that effect.
This image is constructed by digitally double exposing two separate images a second apart and with some inevitable movement both me and an incoming tide.
What it demonstrates is exactly why this area is called Firestone Bay.
