Let The Season begin

Myrtleville Mondays are back.  Tomorrow, April 1st (No, I’m not joking.  Not this time) is the first Monday with the longer evenings, so 6.00pm it is.  Start your engines and get going into the sea for another fantastic Summer of swimming.  

AA Roadwatch advise departing at least twelve hours in advance as huge traffic volumes are expected.

Normal traffic for the world-famous Myrtleville Monday swims.

10.3c in the water today in Myrtleville.  Still cold, so stick with the wetsuits for a while as you get back into the sea.  Plenty of time to go in your togs when it warms up a bit.

It’s never any harm to remind ourselves about safe swimming around Myrtleville.

Always Swim Safely and remember, you swim at your own risk and you are responsible for your own safety.

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Cosmic, man. Cosmic.

There is no excuse in life for belittling the efforts of people to educate and better themselves.  I firmly believe this and have therefore been very disappointed by the reaction to the news that three of our good friends are travelling to Valentia Island to attend an Astronomy course. 

The three spacers (an unkind description really, Ann Lynch – you should be more understanding) are going to be learning all kinds of totally cosmic stuff about how the planets align, whether the moon is 98% full or really like, full full, like and generally broadening their minds and opening the doors of perception.

Open water sea swimming in Cork, Ireland

De three spacemen, heading West for the stars.

Unfortunately, the reaction to this news from certain others has been less than supportive.  The view from some quarters is that a skite was planned for a weekend on the drink with some ould course as a convenient excuse and the details were kept quiet from those who might have wanted to attend for the “course”.  

Speaking on condition of strict anonymity, Liam Maher said: “this astronomy thing has to be nipped in the bud.  Are they looking to swim to Moonrock and back at midnight or what?  There was a weekend on the tear to be had and the boyos kept it quiet until it was too late for us to book.  Sure Trevor and Alan and myself and the rest of the lads never get a weekend away.  This was our shot and they kept us out of it.  There’ll be consequences for this.  Consequences”.

In fairness, though, the anonymous commenter quoted above has a history of good begrudgery.

I say well done to the three spacemen and look forward to seeing them really connect to their inner cosmic souls and share the love around the beach in Myrtleville. 

Peace, brothers.  Peace.

Rob de Bull, Mr. Finbarr and Bernie on the way home after the Astronomy course.

14 February – Denis’s Day.

This 14th of February, let’s give due homage to the Valentinest Valentine of them all.

Denis.  One name – that’s all that’s needed.  Like Pele. Bono. Rasputin. Prince.  One name – a single word – and everyone knows who you mean.  His fame abounds.  That one name conjures up the images.  Female admirers flock to see him swim.  Meet him.  Be with him. Warm him, post-swim. 

Some use other single words to describe him.  Casanova. Charmer. Langer (they’re just jealous fellas, Denis – don’t mind them: it’s seeing the queue for a spin in the Yaris that drives the other men mad).Yes, of course, there are begrudgers.  No man with such a magnetic attraction for d’opposite sex could avoid the envy of other, less sensually successful men.  As his adoring mnás surround him each day, the other men wonder, “how does he do it”? 

How does he have them flock to him, while he loudly laments, “Ye’re all ancient. ‘Tis young wans we want down here, not a load of ould cougars.  Young wans, I’m tellin’ye. The rest of ye can bring de buns, though, then go down the slip out of sight of the newer models.  We need upgrades around here.”

How does he survive – and thrive?  “Treatin dem mean, to keep dem keen, like.” And yet – still they come to pay homage.  Feeding him.  Lauding him with buns. Amazing.  He must have phenomenal pheromones.

Let’s not wonder too much.  Let’s just learn from him, lads.  Acknowledge and admire him.  His is the way, the truth and the light.  Follow the path of Denis and the rich Bounties of life will be yours too (or if not Bounties, some nice buns at least).  Denis’s Day.  One to celebrate.  Get up, ya good thing.

Volunteers needed – always. Let’s work together.

It’s a great time of year for planning which swims to enter over the Summer.  Some are taking entries already and Carol Cashell is putting the Munster OWS Calendar together (thanks, Carol 🙂 ).  

While you’re making your plans, give some thought to helping out at one of the swims.  Most swims are very glad to get offers of help – registering, timekeeping, parking, kayaking, boat-support – the list of jobs goes on and as numbers of entrants rise, more volunteers are needed.  

Here’s a blast of Canned Heat to get you in the volunteering mood.

All pictures thanks to Siobhan Russell.

Size matters

As the Turkey Swims drew to a close yesterday, many fantastic prizes had been organised for participants by the intrepid Harris-Cashell team.  There were, however, also a few unwanted clothing discards, dumped by whoever had got stuck with them.

Poor Gary Frost was an unfortunate recipient  a lucky winner of a grey animal welfare item t-shirt which he was unbelievably and unreasonably  delightfully expected to wear.  Ever the gentleman, Gary gamely attempted to put it on – thankful that at least it was in his size, being clearly marked as “L”. 

Thankfulness soon turned to confusion as Gary discovered the new sizing scheme being used down West.  S, M & L around d’Island now stand for Slight, Mini and Little.

Here’s Gary modelling his Little version – soon to be donated to a worthwhile charity (for sizically-challenged people).

L for Little - Gary tries it on.

L for Little – Gary tries it on.

Tuck in over the Christmas, Gary.  You’re fading away if you can fit into that size.