Day One Hundred and Forty Nine - Swimming in Lake Kushog

Dear all,

Still at The Firehouse and we woke to a spectacular morning. I had been plotting a major swim overnight as I would be unable to head out for my daily run due to [this is not a joke] bears. [Anita advised me to run with 'a whistle' and 'bells on my trainers' to fend off any nearby beasties - a little too close for comfort...]. I took this as a cue to take a couple of 'rest days' in my training and decided a nice long lake swim would be very good for my joints.

Lake Kushog is a beautiful stretch of water that spans as far as the eye can see in both directions from The Firehouse.

I had pledged to swim from our cottage to the island that you can see in the far corner of the picture below. We examined the distance for a good while trying to decipher the distance but without a laser device of some sort it was virtually impossible to tell.

The water was exquisite and so soft and cool it was like swimming in a bottle of Evian. I set off after a quick morning coffee and before I knew it, I was in a semi trance-like state, swimming along the ragged rock formations and past the stunning cottages that like the lake. I had been swimming for around 20 minutes and the island was still a considerable distance away. I suddenly had a strong instinct to turn back and I think whilst swimming across a fast expanse of water, it is important to follow such urges. I made it back in one piece to join Benj, Em and the girls for a day of fun and frolicks in the water.

The girls' swimming is coming along in leaps and bounds. Eloise was kicking away and showed great promise as a future Olympiad considering she is only 18 months old.

Another spectacular day on the water and finished off with a cold beer at The Firehouse. Blissful