May’s a tough month. Lots of swimming because the sun’s up, but cold. Very cold. I love May. Love it. Bye bye, Pool. The water feels cold – “I don’t care” as Trevor Malone said when he jumped in prior to his channel swim a few years ago. Of course, Trevor followed that up with “I’m swimming to France”. Most of us won’t be saying that!
Why am I talking about May? In June? I was too busy lately to spend time on important things – like reading loneswimmer.com. So, I missed the article from two weeks ago that I’d asked for two years ago. “Write fancy stuff about May, Donal”, I said. “More of that flowery shite that Mr. Finbarr loves”. “No”, said Donal. Only a few years later, he changed his mind.
Click here for fancy writing about swimming in May in Ireland.
Mr. Finbarr loved it, I’d say. The Myrtlevillians even got a mention at the end! FAME – at last! You can’t go higher than loneswimmer.com. Thanks, Donal!












The search was stood-down at nightfall, and will resume at first light tomorrow morning with 136 more Search Dogs being drafted in from all parts of the world, the assistance of the Coastguard Rescue Helicopter 117, various Maritime Search & Rescue agencies, along with some feen called Condon that’s supposed to have superior local knowledge of the area.

