On a break from lectures at The Do Lectures, we rode from the farm to the edge of the Welsh coast to find a wild swimming hole.

We walked along the cliffs of the coast, and soon found the walk. The cold, the lack of swimming trunks, the fact that none of us knew each other: all of those fears disappeared, and in we went.

(Chris explains the adventure beautifully, elegantly, at Wild swim at the Witches’ Cauldron.)