
Now that’s what I call news 🙂
We might not get 300 competing on Saturday, but we’re headed for 150.

Now that’s what I call news 🙂
We might not get 300 competing on Saturday, but we’re headed for 150.
The following series of texts occurred after the Irish match on Monday:
FH to DON: What time is the swim on Saturday?
DON: 3pm. Your absence will not be accepted.
FH: The soccer is on….
DON: The what? The what???? Use Sky+.
FH: I feel kinda invested in it now that I watched the first game.
DON: Yes and you’ve nothing invested in swimming, of course. I will pillory you from a height on the website if you miss the swim for soccer. I will also tell Donal Buckley and set him on you.
There was no reply……
So, as you can see, threats against Mr. Finbarr were issued. This article is to apologise for those threats. Little did I know just how invested in soccer he really is. I googled “What the f*@k does Mr. Finbarr know about soccer?” and was amazed to find several examples of the Hedderman soccer investiture.
There was Finbarr at a post-match press conference on Monday with his buddy, Martin:
Unfortunately, there were some signs of strife in the camp when Roy was asked about the postponement at a later conference. Apparently there’s some bad blood between Roy and our hero, due to Finbarr’s insistence that Roy call him Mister.
There was an old shot of Finbarr with his Three Amigos.
And there was even one of Mr. Finbarr and Roy in happier times when they used to swim together. Roy’s an awful man for falling out with fellas. You can see he was starting to get a bit thick with Finbarr in this one. He also quite fancied the look of Finbarr’s beard, I’d say – put a thought in his head about his own hirsuteness.
Even with all this evidence connecting him to soccer, I couldn’t begin to post the millions of pictures connecting Mr. Finbarr to swimming that are to be found on the web. So, soccer or no soccer. Match or no match. Invested or not invested – get entered now on Active.
See you on Saturday – and I’m talking to YOU, Mr. Finbarr.
103 entries in for next Saturday, so far, and the five-day weather forecasts are all looking favourable today. Thanks to the volunteers who contacted us yesterday.
The new orange hats have arrived and they’ll be available for €8 at registration on Saturday or in Centra, Crosshaven any day. 30 of them flew out the door almost as soon as they arrived yesterday, so hopefully there’ll be some left by the weekend! They’re already appearing at the beach…

….and in CUH…

Keep the entries coming – there’s plenty of room out there in the sea and lots of safety cover in place.
Click here to enter on Active.
See you on Saturday 🙂
The Myrtleville residents have been having a rough time lately, with some very anti-social behaviour during the day and late into the night and early mornings. Speaking to some locals today, they mentioned that some nights quiet has only just been achieved – with Garda intervention – and we’ve been arriving down to swim, keeping them awake even more! This message was passed on gently, but we really need to take notice.
If you’re swimming at any time before 10am, please make every effort to keep the noise down. No shouting across the road. Please try to close car doors and boots gently etc. A little bit of effort on our part will go a long way. We can’t stop the less-welcome elements turning up at the beach intent on causing trouble, but let’s not cause any more for the residents ourselves by being less than thoughtful.
This applies to all of us early swimmers during the week (big finger pointed at my own head) but also don’t forget at 8.15 on Saturday morning – many people want a lie in. Let them sleep!!

Confusedious, he say: “If a swimmer swims in the sea and there is no Siobhan to take a picture, does the swimmer really swim?”.
Consternation reigned in Myrtleville this weekend. Would-be swimmers were lined up on the slipway or huddled in groups around the beach, unsure how exactly to proceed, or if the beach was closed.
All Myrtleville regulars know how a swim session at the beach goes.
What if there is no Siobhan? What then? What if Stage 3 can’t happen? How do you proceed?
For many last weekend, it was like being one of those unskilled action figures in Call of Duty or something – hopping up and down vainly in one spot, unable to progress. Many gave up and went home. Some swam, but did it with a heavy heart – knowing the swim just didn’t count. No pic, no swim.
Rumours abounded about the Russell absence. Many believed she was riding the crest of her recent competition success and was gone to Hollywood. Some scurrilous gossips suggested she was on the tear and Mojitos were involved. Perish the thought. Whatever the reason, we must begin an immediate campaign to get her back.
“Return the Russell”, we say!!
Siobhan Russell is the winner of the June/July H2 Open magazine photo competition! Looks like the rest of the world is realising what we’ve all known for a while in Myrtleville – Siobhan’s brilliant 🙂 Watch out for the magazine when it’s published.
Models are Caroline O’Leary and Maeve O’Connor – two more of us who know to pose when Siobhan says so! Well done, Siobhan, Caroline and Maeve.
Along towards the Copper Coast home of the Loneswimmer is a wreck called the Samson in Ardmore. Here’s a distance shot he took of it. Mighty picture.
Never content with a half-done job, Donal took to the water for some close-ups. It’s amazing what you’d see with a good lens.
Thanks for sharing, Donal. I’d say it’s busy around there at the weekends.
A man called Jarek Sowinski was using a drone on the beach on Saturday. I’m posting his video here for those who haven’t seen it on Facebook.
Not to be outdone, Glen Barton was in for a 6.30am swim and then quietly filming as the other groups arrived. Great work.
After a fantastic weekend, it’s going to be nice again today and then a bit iffy for a few days. It’s already busy on the beach, with swimmers in from 05.30 and Liam Maher getting this lovely shot.
Liam was in with Bernard Lynch, who’s enjoying the good weather so much he’s offering crazy prices on his ice lols down Crosshaven way. You’d think it was 1979 or something – when lol meant one of these and not text-speak.
Enjoy the sea but swim safe – watch out for boats and jetskis and be visible.
Some of you may have noticed the appearance of a number of Huub logos around the beach of late. The Huub Capsule – not to be confused with a wetsuit – is the latest phase in the ongoing race to invent ways to be able to enter the sea, choose a destination and arrive there shortly afterwards with a minimum of effort.
Huubing is significantly different from old-school swimming – but some new Huubers are unaware of this. It was when I noticed one Huuber in the sea moving his arms and legs that I realised he was unaware of key Huub vs Swim points. Thus, in the inimitable style of LoneSwimmer, I felt a helpful “How To” post on this site might be beneficial.
The Huub experience begins outside the water, with the Insertion or Injection stage, when the passenger is inserted/injected into the Huub Capsule. This process is not dissimilar to making sausages or black pudding. Indeed, the look of the passenger in the Capsule once insertion is completed may bring to mind a large bit of Clonakilty Black.
The Insertion stage often requires assistants. Teams of trained Inserters are available in Myrtleville – known as Huuber Helpers. Unlike old-fashioned “wetsuits”, the Huub Capsule wears the passenger, not the other way around. Thus Insertion / Injection is required, rather than “putting on”.

James Slowey being inserted into his Huub by the C&G Huuber Helper Insertion Team. No idea what the gang-rapper hand signals are about.
Such is the complexity and arduousness of the Insertion stage that delusions of grandeur can overwhelm the Huub Capsule Passenger simply on completion of Insertion.

‘I’m Huubed up! Nothing can stop me now. I look so good I’ll wear it running too – with my laces open – and I won’t trip.’
Indeed, for some new Huubers, just semi-insertion into the Capsule can lead to overwhelming euphoria.
Once Inserted in the Capsule, the Huuber enters the sea. This is where the difference between Huubing and Swimming takes over. In swimming, co-ordinated movement of the arms and legs and engagement of the core are key success factors. In Huubing, the passenger must do as little as possible to impede the movement of the Huub Capsule through the water. The only thing that must be engaged is the Capsule’s internal propulsion system, which starts as soon as it gets wet.
Thus, for Huubers, moving your body at all is absolutely frowned upon, apart from occasional breaths and sighting (expensive models have pre-programmable GPS so you can do away with the sighting too). The Huuber must simply enter into the position shown below with arms extended over their head, point in the right direction and the Huub will do the rest.
Any extraneous movements by the passenger (previously known as taking swimming strokes) will cause the Capsule to slow down. So – lie down, reach out and let the Capsule do the work.
It’s too late to work on this required Huub positioning once you enter the sea. At that point the Capsule will just take off. Put it in water and it just flies. If you’re not prepared it can start off and you’ll be thrown off your feet.

An unprepared passenger as the Huub Capsule engaged once it touched water. Note that his left arm positioning is completely wrong for Huubing.
It’s a good idea to get in a bit of practice on the positioning out of the water, as shown below by a Huuber and his Helper. Unlike the Insertion Helper, this is a different kind of helper, known as the Hoiker. Hoikers hoik Huubers up to prepare them for the weightless feeling of doing nothing, which they will encounter once the Capsule hits the water.

A Huuber working on his positioning with a Huuber Hoiker Helper. Again, work needed on that left arm.
I hope this “How To” has been helpful for current and future Huubers. Just get yourself inserted and let it rip. You won’t even break sweat.
I would also like to point out that – despite what you might think – none of these pictures were staged for this article (bar one – thanks, Mr. Norseman). They did all of that stuff themselves in what passes for normality at Myrtleville beach.