For my family and friends and supporters.
It started so well. For so long, I was fighting the tide. However after conditions got really bad, the boat rolled on top of me, and I was sucked and held under the boat. It was difficult to extract myself and I wasn’t recoverd at the following feed some few minutes later. This caused me to lose 10 minutes and get caught by the tide. You know some of rest, but not the details of the end.
I will write it up soon.
I’m fairly injured today but my phone died this morning with 50+ unread text messages on it so I wanted to update.
My left shoulder and arm is currently useless and I can’t move them, I have bruised ribs (boat bottom), swollen right hand, banged knee and, I kid you not, a cut and bruises on my back from the propellor.
I would never have imagined the nightmare, and had I done the time I was shooting for, yes, I would have felt great.
But I would never have learned what I learned yesterday. The Channel eats plans and aspirations. It tests aand tasks us.
But to be spat out a Channel Swimmer at the end? Well, I found some form of redemption in the heart of the sea.
I feel fantastic.
(But prone to crying a bit today.)