With a smile to onlookers Lewis Pugh skipped into the chilly Atlantic surf and and commenced his lengthy swim to Dover.
I adopted him within the security of a RIB boat, watching a tiny determine in an unlimited seascape.
Over the subsequent 50 days he’ll swim 350 miles alongside the size of the English Channel, the world’s busiest transport lane.
Do not underestimate the jeopardy.
As he rounded Land’s Finish, the very tip of Cornwall, he was buffeted by converging currents.
“It is like a washer beneath me,” he shouted.
In response to Channel Swimming Affiliation guidelines he can solely put on a hat and Speedo trunks. It’s little safety in opposition to the jellyfish.
“I put my hand on high of 1 and scooped it on to my groin. It hurts, ” he stated.
He’ll want grit for what he calls the Everest of swims.
He is on his personal within the water for a number of hours at a time, remoted from his help group.
When the going will get robust he focuses on his subsequent 10 strokes and makes them pretty much as good as they are often. Then the subsequent, and the subsequent, till his thoughts is in a greater place.
However he cannot battle nature.
When the tide turned he started to be pushed backwards. Time for a break.
Together with his GPS co-ordinates logged to mark the start line of the subsequent leg he climbed aboard his help boat.
“The water is 14.three levels”, he stated, exhibiting me the monitor on his wrist.
“It is loads colder than I anticipated.”
Hypothermia is an enormous threat at such low temperatures.
An extended sizzling bathe after which he took to his mattress, huddled beneath a cover.
He needed to heat up rapidly to get his physique prepared for his subsequent swim when the tide turned once more in a couple of hours time.
He’ll have to try this day after day, in all weathers.
After leg one he is 4 miles down, with 346 to go. However it’s progress and the lengthy swim to Dover is now that little bit shorter.