A validation of success

It has been six weeks since the boys and I crossed the channel, we’re all back to regular training, back to the swing of things and smelling of chlorine instead of peat. Training has not been quite the same; Chris and Heath have one eye on a cycling event next August, Peter has locked in a solo channel swim (again with Andy King) and I’m trying to refocus on running in preparation for a trip to the snow and maybe a marathon somewhere.
The messages of congratulations have been many and enthusiastic, however we’ve been left hanging with the possibility of recognition over our quick time. Finally on Saturday night, 7 November, we found out: at the 82nd Channel Swimming Association Annual Dinner & Presentation evening.

Last time we were in Dover we’d tried to get into the famous White Horse pub, at the bottom of the hill on which Dover Castle sits, famous due to its reputation as the success signpost for all channel swimmers over the last 8 years or so. Back in September the pub was shut for refurbishment, but this time was open, although still quiet at six in the evening. Lisa and I arrived after Chris, Heath and Peter and they had already sized up a space for our proclamation of success; a patch on the nicotine-yellow ceiling, to the left of the bar as you walk in. It’s a small pub and only the front room has been decorated (if you can call it that) with marker-pen-memoirs of many crossings; solos, doubles, triples, relays (fours, fives, sixes, kids, mixed, men, women), northern, southern, eastern, western hemispheres: it’s a global phenomenon. We’re a little overwhelmed by the volume of scribbles, the witticisms, words of wisdom and even the odd work of art! We’d not put any thought into our legacy (legacy until the next refurb) until now and we had already reached the end of our first pint without consensus. Maybe another would get the creative juices flowing perhaps? It was Peter who came up with the idea to block off a section with a simple recreation of Marlow’s suspension bridge, the team name then our names strung underneath along with the recorded time. Peter’s artistic ability to draw on the ceiling was impressive, if not painful to watch for two reasons; one, his back was bent in an unusual curve to reach the ceiling and two, a single slip and we were left with a botched bridge! But his nerve held, the beer steadied his hand and the bridge was beautifully reproduced; proudly spanning our legacy of 9hrs 29mins. You can see some pictures of this if you click into my gallery on the right hand side of this blog.

Our deeds recorded, we walked up to the Town Hall and entered through the huge wooden doors to be greeted by Dr. Julie Bradshaw (Secretary of the CSA), record holder for swimming butterfly across the Channel! Clearly crazy, but a legend in CSA terms. We met Steve Franks, our observer, and his wife who joined us on our table, along with Pete Maule and his wife (Peter was one of the triathletes who trained with us all summer). Dover Town Hall is adorned with the weapons of past Kentish battles, the pennants and crests of those Kentish Lords and a good many giant portraits of its more mentionable, honorable citizens. We were surrounded by the Channel’s elite; older ladies and gentlemen who had crossed before we were born, youthful sprites who had swum like Olympians, pioneers for their country (Macedonia, Spain) or their sex and of course there were those for whom swimming the channel seems like something you do on a whim when you have a spare, fair weekend. At a couple of thousand pounds a time, how does one justify crossing the channel 33 times? Or is there a gentleman’s agreement between captains and these channel giants? But the question had yet to be answered as to whether we were the fastest team of the year?

Finding the awards card on our table, we perused the list of shields and trophies on offer: awards that subdivided the simple act of crossing the channel into many groups. Down at the bottom of the list we found our name, the Marlow River Buoys, sitting against the Montserrat Tresserras Shield for the fastest men’s relay (not six swimmers). In 1958, Montserrat Tresserras became the first Spaniard to successfully cross the channel and she then swam again in 1961. Montserrat now serves the CSA as an Official Observer and Board member, we were quite honoured to be meeting such a highly regarded lady!

I’m not quite sure what the emotion was that came over me at this point; relief, confusion or elation? We were stunned at the shield; it was a really great achievement for us, however we were a little confused as to why we’d not been awarded the quickest overall relay swim; a relay is a relay is a relay, right? Looking down the list we were the fastest time, but instead that honour had been awarded to an irish outfit with a time of 13hrs.
There was investigating to be done.

Unsure of what the CSA protocol was, we sought out Andy King, although he was as bemused as we were, so he pulled on the sleeve of a colleague on a neighbouring table. Apparently, the traditional relay (and by traditional we’re guessing it’s an 82 year old tradition) is of six persons. By stretching ourselves with only four (which we thought was still a lot) we had placed ourselves in an outside sub-division of traditional channel crossing. How unusual. Andy seemed a little upset by it, it would have been a good title to add to the many accolades he already has and we’d have liked to have the silverware but it’s tradition and we’re happy with the result.

To be fair to the Association, when we collected our award Mike Reid, the President of the CSA and still King of the Channel, did mention to the assembled masses that we had recorded the fastest overall crossing of the channel that summer, in (and I quote) “an incredible time, although it took four of them to do it”, which was somewhat of a put-down to the four-man relay format I felt. But then I was reminded that it’s not about the time. As much stock as we put in being sub-ten, every day on the Channel is different, every crossing and every achievement is different. Take for example the award extended to Liane Lewellyn for her 27 hour long double-crossing in ‘the most arduous conditions’. That’s tough on a whole new level compared to our comparative sprint. I had seen a couple of nuggets of Australian wisdom on the walls of the White Horse that gave me some perspective; ‘I can forgive failure, what I can’t forgive is not trying’ and ‘get over it and get on with it’; so wonderfully simple and Australian. So I did, get on with it, and after swapping a couple of spare bottles of white for red, we got on with enjoying the evening. There are pictures of this in my gallery which can be accessed here.

The morning after our awards triumph (which had ended with us and the quickest Women’s relay team (also not six swimmers) sharing a photo opportunity with our silverware) we did a spot of tourist sight-seeing at Dover Castle which was fantastic and I encourage EVERYONE to go there if they’re in Dover, we returned to the White Horse to append our earlier graffiti with the final line of “fastest crossing of 2009”.

Happy trails everyone and thanks for reading!

Channel Swim Relay Attempt - 27 September 2009

THE ATTEMPT UNFOLDS

After finally getting the call, we all met at the Marlow Club at midnight start of Sunday 27 September and packed up Heath’s van with kit, boxes of Volvic mineral water (to retain our volcanicity) and food. Driving down to Dover was a sleepy ride, interspersed with taking sea-sickness tablets and discussing logistics. We arrived at just after two in the morning and parked up, waiting for the boat to arrive. It was dark, cold and a little windy as we transferred our kit to the boat, realizing quickly that we may have overcompensated on the kit front, there was hardly any space for us!

02:30 Sunday morning - Dover Marina

Making the short trip to Samphire Hoe beach, about 30 minutes from Dover, we were struck by how dark and cold it was out on the water. In response we all reached for beanies, gloves and tightened coats around our necks.
Pete took the first leg, and readied himself for a very dark swim, which is where it all got into the realms of the unknown. We’d done a night swim before, but this was properly dark.

Away from towns and landmarks, all Peter had was a spotlight trained on him as he swam to the beach. The beach and cliffs were just a black wall in front of him. It turned out to be further away than he thought, a five-minute swim! Speaking to him afterwards, as he reached the beach, his first thought upon turning round to face the ocean was, ‘right, which boat do I am for?’ on account of there being three boats with swimmers in the water. Second thought was ‘when do I go? Did I hear the hooter or not?’ on account of his muffling earplugs. However, when the horn went, from the boat we could see his three glowsticks (one on his hat and two on his trunks) twinkling faintly at this distance make a definite and determined move into the water and Peter aimed for a boat. After a couple of minutes we knew he had got it right: we’re off! The tiny green dot (and i mean it is a tiny dot, look hard) in the middle of the picture here is Pete's headlight green glowstick.

If you click on this picture, it will be enlarged for you and you can see more closely the green glowstick attached to Pete's head.

The swim was conducted in great weather, very low winds and sunshine. Andy King and his number two, Gary, from Louise Jane Charters (home to the Channel Crossing Association or Chanel Association as it says on the site) led us into the channel in the Louise Jane fishing boat shepherding us as we swam alongside. Steve from the Channel Swimming Association (who was there to observe and document the attempt) gave us a nugget of advice, “Just follow the boat. Nothing else, just the boat”. Helpful I thought. Helpful and simple.
Ignoring a couple of minor navigational irregularities from myself and Heath in this dark pre-dawn session, we were able to stay alongside and swim in as straight a line as possible. This meant that Andy could keep an eye on us, Steven could observe and make notes for later ratification by the Association and that the team on board could gesticulate their encouragement with waving, dancing and miming, sometimes with amusing consequences for the swimmer!
After hour stints from Pete then Heath then Chris, dawn finally broke into a glorious orange spectacle and we could see that we had left one boat well behind but were neck and neck with another that started at the same time as us. You could hear the different skippers chatting and bantering on the radio, joking amongst them at when they’d next see each other; “I’ll save a seat for you down the pub!” chortled Andy to another Skipper.

Dawn - just over 3 hours from the coast of England.

After my stint had finished and four hours had passed, we had taken a lead over the rival and were in clear water. For our second rotation of the team, we picked up a gear and continued to push on at a good rate when we began to hear chat on the radio that another relay team were catching us. At one and a quarter nautical miles away we could just make out the blue and white vessel and this spurred us on to up the rate. There was rumour they were a team of girls (although this could have just been Skipper Andy pulling our leg) but he kept on digging it in and we pushed all the harder for it.

After eight hours we looked back and the ship was out of sight once again. We were clear and at the head of the pack of seven boats that set off that morning. Turning our attention the other way to the coast-line of France, a rocky outcrop called Cap Gris Nez, was now in clear view. A simple matter of five km was all that separated one of us from the shore. What more incentive did we need? Peter put in a strong hour, but needing to cover 5km to get us there was always going to be a huge task and he fell just short in his allotted stint, but it was now clear that this was definitely on when he looked up and was able to see the individual rocks beneath the Cape’s lighthouse. Tired but chuffed to bits to have got so close, he handed on the baton to Heath to finish the job.

This is a picture from my second stint in the water, taking us from seven to eight completed hours - it felt great, warm at 18 degrees and sunny. I was able to push really hard.

With only a short distance to go and starting strongly, Heath powered away and we waved our encouragement. After ten minutes we gave him a time check and this seems to spur him on. When we estimated there was ten minutes to land-fall, we gave him the ‘finish it’ sign, crossing our arms in front of us in an “X”. We got the briefest of nods and Heath pushed on. It was at this point that we, and the boat, had to leave him, for it was too dangerous to get any closer on account of the rocks. Instead, Heath was guided in by the Skipper’s number 2, Gary, in a small dinghy while we watched from a distance. Suddenly, only 50m from the boat, Heath stopped and put his head up, seeming to cough or gag. This didn’t look good, no one had stopped yet, what was wrong? After a couple of salt-water splutters caused by inhaling the best part of a wave, Heath put his head down into the salty pea-green sea and his arms turned over again.

Heath - spitting distance (literally for him) from Cap Gris-Nez lighthouse

Also check out Chris's blog at http://chris-newell.blogspot.com/ it's got some good video of Heath actually making it out of the water!

From the point of joining up with the dinghy it took Heath about ten minutes to reach the shore and we could make out his pink-capped and black-speedoed shape clamber on the first rock, slip a little, then pull himself upright and take two, three, four steps forward to get himself clear of the water. At this point the hooter sounded on the boat and we roared, cheered and screamed our congratulations both to the distant (and now arms-aloft) Heath and each other in the boat!
Nine hours and 29 minutes – we had achieved our goal of being under 10 hours and were the first boat to make it across the Channel that day, giving Andy the winner’s medal for the second day in a row. It will take about 6 weeks for our attempt to be ratified by the Channel, so while we recover and return to the warmth of the pool we can but wait.

Comparing ourselves to this season's unratified times for relays, we are well up there with the best!!! I said to a few people that swimming with a team did mean that to make it an exceptional feat you had to swim a quick time. A team of four could reasonably bob their way across the channel, but to swim a quick sub 10hr time, you have to work really really hard. And the unratified times this year prove that we took this event very seriously and earned the result.

Comparing ourselves to the records, there's a handful of sub 10 hours. Once you're into single figures, you're going well. There's only been one quicker relay time since 2006!

http://www.channelswimmingassociation.com/relays_33.html

Success! The Marlow River Buoys (L-R Peter, Heath, Chris and Jeremy) happy to have crossed the channel - Cap Gris Nez in the background. Photos from my camera with the telephoto lense are being developed and will show Heath on the rocks! I will post them!

I want to send massive thanks to the following people for helping us get across:

My support crew, my wonderful Lady, Lisa – who has endured a house that smells of wet river-weed, me being a training junkie (whilst also regularly smelling of the Thames), early mornings when she doesn’t even need to be woken up and most of all her acceptance of my lack of organisation and reliance on last-minute details.

My Parents, Barrie and Barbara – who got me into, and supported me through, my childhood days of swimming. The endless whiff of chlorine and endless early mornings filled my youth. They have been a loud and clear tannoy for my efforts in Australia, spreading the word about this swim and my attempt to raise some money and awareness of the Royal Volunteer Coastal Patrol in Ulladulla. http://www.rvcpulladulla.com.au

My fellow swim-team – Chris Newell, Heath Freeman and the instigator of this idea, Peter Frost. One goal and commitment to sub-ten. Thanks Gents, the Marlow River Buoys WILL have their name on the wall at the White Horse, Castle Hill, Dover just as soon as the refurbishment is completed!

Training partner – Matt Baker – whose wettie speed gave us a target to aim for. The equivalent of a rabbit at a grey-hound track! Thanks for your commitment to the cause!

Volvic Mineral Water – a generous supply of water helped us stay hydrated and make endless cups of hot chocolate and protein/carb-shakes. It takes seven pints of clean water to flush out just one pint of sea-water and we took on board a fair few gulps from the channel! Thank you for your support http://www.volvic.co.uk/

Louise Jane Charters - Skipper Andy and Gary - as mentioned above, thanks for your good humour, the banter, your patience with our (my) lack of direction and the fresh mackerel.

http://www.louisejane.co.uk/channel_crossing.htm

I will continue to collect my thoughts about how the swim went and the events that transpired. A log was taken as we went, trying to keep up with the points but I’ll leave all that for another blog post. I can’t expect you all to sit and read it all in one go can I?

Happy trails and thanks to you all, especially those people who have generously supported either the RNLI or the RVCP with sponsorships. Please continue to give if you are able and have not yet done so. Details are posted into this blog, some time back in August I think.

It's on - Sunday 27 September

After two days of yes-no-yes-no nonsense, we're on. Finally.
After two separate successful solo efforts on weds and thurs this week, it had looked like we would be going on the early tide today, saturday 26 september. Instead, our captain chose to slide in someone on this afternoon's tide instead and we were suddenly put back to sunday at best.
Going through our minds, as Heath, Chris and I caught up this afternoon was the following: 'if the weather turns and sunday doesn't turn out to be a go-day, how is that even considered fair or honorable to have slotted someone into an odd tide?'. While our thoughts were rolling around our heads like the very channel waves themselves, we finally got the call we were waiting for, we are expected to leave Dover Harbour at 3am on Sunday 27 September. Yes!
Details are still to come later this evening when captain Andy decides it's late enough to call us. There's nothing like getting final details with only a couple of hours to spare. So, the game plan (we think) is to eat early, snatch some sleep between maybe 8 and 11 and then hit the road around midnight to drive to Dover. We're all piling into Heath's van and going together, safest way to ensure we all arrive and there's as little disjointedness as possible.
My kit bags are packed, having separated out four different swim bags, each with socks, thermals, t-shirt and jumper - one for each stint. Food is cooked and prepped ready to be eaten. Water is stowed, some 48 litres, kindly supplied by Volvic (and there's still heaps left in my shed!) By the sounds of it though, we may be over-doing it on the ginger-crunch biscuits; seems like we all took the advice about ginger being a remedy for sea-sickness. One question, champagne or not? Someone's got to drive back! I'm sure we'll manage!

Next stop, Cap Gris Nez. I'll be updating you next after the swim. Wish us luck.
Happy trails!

Almost excited...

I missed a call last night from Pete. I’d decided to go out for a run and continued to blank the concept of a taper week. I always seem to miss Pete on the phone, I’m not ignoring you, honestly. The brief message was “Call me back immediately when you get this.” Now that’s quite an indication of intent.
Calling him back, the first words I heard were “Jeremy, pack your trunks, we’re going”. Catching myself, I asked him to confirm when we were leaving and what time we needed to be at Dover. “Now and tomorrow morning” was the response. Crikey, that’s pretty short notice, maybe we’ve been bumped into some unexpectedly good weather and are taking our shot while we have it.

Unfortunately he was just joking with me, we’re not ready to go just yet.

Having said that, the signs are good: two people out this week, we could be looking at Saturday 26, Sunday 27, Monday 28 September. The weather pattern is holding a stable high (if that means anything, I heard it from two independent people this morning and they said it with such authority that I took it to be a good thing) which would (I therefore infer) mean calm winds and a steady sea. Looks like we could be ready, but then again I temper this with my usual dose of realism. Or is that professional skepticism? I can't tell any more.
Donations and continued sponsorship will be gratefully received. I am over 1,100 quid!
http://justgiving.com/Jeremy-Lovell-Davis
Alternatively, you can contact my Dad if you wish to donate to the Australian RVCP in Ulladulla. My Dad tells me that you can pay by bank transfer directly to Coastal Patrol if you do not have a cheque book. He has all the information. Barrie Lovell-Davis barrield@bigpond.com

After training this morning (which went very well, a short sharp interval session) things went from bad to worse in a domino effect of delays. First up, I realised I’d forgotten to pack my under-crackers and socks to my kit bag which meant I had to return home to dress myself appropriately for my double-cuff professional job (stop laughing!). On returning home, I found Lisa was still in bed, suffering from a bad headache. After checking she was ok first (and dressing myself second) she decided to head into work and I drove her to the station. As we got there, the train pulled out, one minute early. Darn it with the British Rail schedules!!! As a fall-back, I drove her to Maidenhead station but we were stuck in a traffic-jam on account of a broken-down car in the fast lane. Double darn-it with the black Vauxhall Astra. Arriving in Maidenhead we encountered the usual town-centre constipation of commuter traffic and the same was said for my drive to work; workers and school-runners; triple darn-it with the rush hour idiots. All in all, one slow round-about way to get myself to work.

My friend Rich sent me through a swimming website today that might set out a new challenge. http://www.swimtrek.com/special-swims Escape from Alcatraz, anyone? I may stretch to a wettie for this one.

Fingers crossed for continued good weather and a good journey home to all of you!
Happy trails!

Taper week is out the window

Last time I was here, one week before our expected launch into the channel the team thought it would be a good idea to taper off our training. This time, given what we see happening in the channel, i've said to heck with that, and thrown it out the window, with one eye on kicking off my snowboarding training in advance of the winter.

Saturday morning i went for a run. I didn't quite know how long i was going to go for, it had been a while since i went for a long run. I'd simply plugged into my tunes and planned for maybe 10km, 50 mins or so. I don't know if it was the early morning sunshine, the burning ball in the sky, that cheered me up no end (i think i'd have been a sun worshipper if i'd been born into more egyptian or pagan times) or the peace and tranquility of Marlow on a Saturday morning before the carnival started, but I felt really good. Surprisingly good. The shuffled tracks on my ipod worked out perfectly as the road unrolled before of me; sending me right where i would normally turn left, pushing me on when i would normally turn back.
At one point i found myself at the top of marlow hill, where it flattens out on it's way to the A404/M40 junction. It's a long slog up that hill, but this morning i had the motivation to go on, i felt strong, despite the heavy smell of manure that has been liberally spread around the fields this week that turned my stomach a couple of times.
16km later I returned home, 82 minutes, not bad going i thought for a first long-run, actually the longest run i think i've done since i came back from Sydney, although i was starting to get a pain in my hips which can't bode well if my brain continues to tell me that running a marathon is a sensible thing to do. I've been told that the only way to train for this is to just run more. Sounds like a painful, marathon-mad runner urban legend to me.

Sunday morning I returned to the Handy Cross pool for the first time since i don't know when. Freddy took us through a steady 4.2km session with ample amounts of other strokes than freestyle. I really noticed that at any pace other than 'old man plod' my body reacts badly to the lactic acid build up. I'll need to retrain myself for that after this long-distance stuff is over, a few sprint sessions where we spin the wheels until our arms don't work anymore, feel the burn! Yeh, excited about that! Swimming in a 25m pool though, with turns every 20 seconds, was pretty unsettling, i've not felt dizzy for a while! I needed some adjustment there for sure!

So this morning's session in the river felt pretty ropey, very sore, with both legs and arms aching after the running and butterfly exertion of the weekend. I'm going to keep training this week anyway and kick on with the running (work allowing of course). At some point i need to refocus onto my legs in readiness for some backcountry, guided action when we get to the mountains in December. I'm pretty excited about following a guide again; part man - part mountain goat, into the backcountry. Last time I did this at Les Arcs in France, Ian (my board-riding wing-man) and we got some bearded, grizzled old french dude who looked us up and down, agreed with a shrug of his shoulders, and promptly pulled on his backpack which contained an inflatable compressed gas system that in the event of an avalanche would float him above the rushing snow and ice. Totally cool from a kit perspective! Obviously the theory is that this would leave him free to skip about the debris field and rescue us after the slide had stopped. Comforting. In summary, I can't have my quads or calves giving up on me half way down a pow-field.

I digress, check out Chris' site for some glorious pictures of the sunrise this morning over the misty Thames. Apart from the cold, it was a lovely morning to be up! See how I feel on wednesday though!
http://chris-newell.blogspot.com/

Happy trails!

Fall-back plans

As i'm sure you're now aware, if you've read these pages or spoken to me, the weather's pretty lousy over here and we're entering the thin end of the channel-swimming wedge.
If we don't manage to get out there in September, then the LAST day we could attempt the swim would be 24 october. Now while this is good as the window opens up longer for us (and to be honest, how many people are going to take that slot on???) it does mean it's going to be chuffing cold. I mean, properly cold and dark.

However, if this all goes to pot and there's a snowflake's chance in hell of us attempting the channel, an alternative idea to justify all our training, and more importantly all our sponsorship cash, is to replicate the channel swim down the Thames.
The Thames is a perfectly navigable river, you can swim from very far upstream to reasonably close to London, heck, it's been done before by our friend Andrew Allum and by the more newsworthy Lewis Pugh who swam the entire 346km length of the Thames to raise awareness about global warming recently. Lechlade to Teddington, the navigable and non-tidal section is 147 miles.
http://tntonline.co.uk/tnt_today/london_stories/london-stories/thames-river-facts.aspx
If we took two full days to do it and swam for as long and as far as we could get somewhere close to this. Obviously we'd run the same approach, one man in the water and the support crew on the boat. We'd have to run on dry land around the locks, but the swimmer could keep swimming whilst the boat comes through the gates. No drama there.
Your thoughts and comments on whether this is insane or a suitable substitute would be most welcomed, especially if you've contributed to any one of our charities and would like to know something has been done in return for your kindness.
Happy trails!

oooohhhhh, winter's coming

Brrrrr. What is going on here???? It's September, mid September at that, and it's cold. I sound like the aussies this last winter, "ooooh, it's cold, it's 15 degrees" which isn't really that cold at all, but standing on the jetty at half six in the morning and stepping into water that is now 16 degrees, it feels really chilly! Three brave triathletes joined us this morning on the jetty, their last session in the water this summer. Even in their wetties they weren't enjoying it!
In terms of how the cold affects our swimming, it takes 10 minutes to warm up and within 20 minutes the cold makes your co-ordination somewhat wooden, by the 40 minute mark i felt like a struggling man wearing a knitted cardigan. I hope i can get used to this in the next two weeks.

It's interesting to see that as soon as the cold weather comes along, the rowers come out like an armada on the water. We cut our swim short as didn't want to spend our time trying to dodge the newby rowers who are zig-zagging their way down the river, all the time looking backwards.
Why is it that Rowers put themselves through the cold winters and not the warm summers? I would think a summer morning on the river would be infinitely more comfortable whilst sitting in a narrow skiff. Unusual breed, rowers, i know i'll get some comeback for that comment, especially given my own unusual training times. By the way, how is the pool, Matt? Missed you this week!

Happy trails all! and thanks for everybody's support on the sponsorship. I'm now above eleven hundred pounds which is fantastic. Am thinking i need to go out and purchase some day-glow swimmers incase i make my 1,500 quid target!
www.justgiving.com/Jeremy-Lovell-Davis

Mediterranean training log week 2

After my last run on Crete, where I took an early morning jog along the harbour wall, past the old Venetian fortress, we move to “Santorini camp”. I’m faced with a different challenge here, not to mention the horrendous ocean crossing and sea-sickness we experience. I have never seen so many full sick bags in my life. 350 passengers and I doubt if there was one soul outside the crew who wasn’t affected.
The island of Santorini, or Thira, is the remnant of a massive volcano that erupted with destructive force some 3,600 years ago. In the wake of that explosion the residual crater is 100m to 300m deep and the cliffs rising above the water are 200m high. It’s a steep and rocky world. What this means is that I can do a couple of cool run-swim-run sessions though!
On Wednesday I run down to Armeni Bay below the town of Oia, a tiny jetty, tiny as in 20m long, which you can see on the right hand side of the attached picture (it’s a postcard, but I couldn’t hire a helicopter to show you). At the top of the steep and switch-back cobbled stair-case I’m joined by a black dog with a fetching blue collar with tiny metal bone decorations. She’s pretty keen and scrabbles across the marble lane-way to slow down and make the tight turn at the top where we start our run. Every few steps she takes a look over the edge and I think she’s going to stop but surprisingly she runs with me all the way down, scratching her claws along the 4.5 minute staircase and even steps into the water with me before thinking better of it. It’s nice to have the company actually! You can see the steepness of the cliffs in the second picture here, taken from a boat as we came into Armeni Bay.
The water is so clear it’s distracting! Looking around me I’m focusing on the boat hulls, the jetty wall, the rocks, the anchor points, anything but where I’m going. Within 50m of the shore though, there’s nothing to see. Beneath me, some 100m below me must be the bottom, but it is just azure blue, big blue and it’s somewhat eerie. I’m not sure why, I know rationally that there’s nothing out there to harm me, but nagging at the back of my mind are the following questions:
1) this is supposedly a dormant volcano – what happens if there’s a quake right now, even if it’s small?
2) What if there’s a landslide next to me?
3) What if there’s a gas release below the surface?
These are totally irrational thoughts, but unsettling none the less.
I’m aiming for St. Nikolas, a tiny rock at the end of the island of Thira, sitting beneath the town of Oia. You can see it in the postcard picture in the bottom right. What you can’t see from this angle is the tiny church on St. Nikolas which I’m using as a marker. It’s about a kilometre out to the rock and without hanging around too long, it’s still too quiet and unsettling for me, I return to the jetty to find my old running friend the black dog happily trotting back down the stairs, this time accompanying an American lady who is here for the pictures. We chat quickly as I dry off about the training I’m doing, she thinks I’m a triathlete but I profess I haven’t contracted that illness yet, and she asks if she’ll see me in the papers when we swim the channel; I admit probably not in the pages of her local paper but maybe the Maidenhead Advertiser! Black Dog doesn’t join me as I run back up the stairs, taking 7 minutes to make the ascent. It’s tough and very steep but good training.

On Friday morning I run down to Ammoudi Bay, the port (again, a port on the minor scale) on the left hand side of the picture. This run is a little easier, only 3.5 minutes down and 5 minutes up, and a swim to St. Nikolas rock of a kilometre all up, maybe not even that. It’s more interesting though as I’m swimming with the prevailing wind that comes into the lagoon from the north, it provides more challenge of rhythm with the choppy waves. There are also more interesting rock formations here and more fish that swim with me at the surface but dive down a couple of metres as I draw near. Being on the ocean side of the volcano means that the rock line extends a little further out and I can follow it to the rock, although the drop-off into deep water is still well in view and I get those nagging thoughts again.

Later that day, Lady and I walk down the same sort of steps at the town of Fira to join a boat for the day, we hike the volcano to the main Daphne Crater itself and then, leaving the boat, we walk back up from Armeni Bay’s jetty. All in all, Friday was a good training day.

I know it’s vacation time and I should be relaxing the body but a couple of runs and swims keeps the mind free and the body ticking over. I still then have a bit to do when I get back, but there’ll be a period of 10 days between return and a potential first slot at the Channel which I hear might be 24 September. Fingers crossed for a calm month.

I caught up with the team this morning for a full session in the river. Since i've been away the temperature has fallen from 19 to 16.5 degrees and it's cold. BUT, at least that's the same as the channel and I can reaclimatise.
Happy trails!

Update from Mediterranean training camp - week 1

Hey All,
after my sudden break from the UK last sunday, it took me three days to find the beach in Greece.
After a couple days in Athens being taken care of by the MDx team of Michalis and Dimitris (many thanks Guys!) we found ourselves in western Crete, about half hour bus ride west of Chania.

Our appartment was on the beach which meant i could get a swim in. First session was a 40 minute aclimatisation. Two laps of 20 minutes in a very flat and forgiving sea. Two things that came back to me about ocean swimming:
1) you're so much more bouyant. I felt like i was cruising along in the early morning sunshine. Very enjoyable.
2) chaffing. SO much worse in the salt water. After 40 minutes my pits and thighs were red raw and I needed to go out and invest in a small pot of vas, which translates to Vaseline in greek, the power of branding.

Second session yesterday arvo was in much tougher seas. High winds meant the chop was horrible and the waves were coming in at 30 degrees to the beach which meant that my easterly route was roughly easy going. The odd bump from the waves but at least you were going in the right direction with it. The westerly journey was horrible, no rhythm and every other stroke took a hefty smack like you were stopped in your tracks.
I could see the sand on the bottom and used it as a reference point to see how far the waves were moving me, sideways, forwards and backwards, in a weird circular motion.
My strokes slowed right down, not pulling until I was sure my hand was actually in the water, making every stroke count. It was a good training exercise for the channel.
Interesting sights tally:
1 jelly fish - spotted and about the size of a kid's football
1 plastic bag - white
1 tinfoil tray - bent.
Nature 1 : 2 Man
Man the polluter wins.

I did three laps, in 64 minutes which was pretty tough, but I felt good for it anyway. I've been eating far too much (in true holiday style) but at least we've been walking a lot. There's so much history to see here.

So, i can knock off swimming in the Cretan sea AND the Libyan sea (which was noticeably colder than the northern beaches). Next stop, tuesday, is Santorini where i'm looking forward to swimming around the volcano's caldera with its clear waters and warm thermals.
By the time i get back, i may not be the most pale guy in our team, looking to get a hint of a tan!

Happy trails!

Very very disappointed

After so many weeks of training, our slot to swim the channel has effectively been closed this month on account of pretty miserable weather.
After swimming the first third of Andy Allum's 14km Bridge to Bridge on sunday morning, Chris, Pete and I called our pilot to see what the forecast was. Not good came the reply.
Any chance of us swimming before Friday 5 September was out the window, along with our current training plan. Between the team we've taken the decision to line ourselves up for the September neap tide slot which begins around 24 Sept. Andy King has three other teams to take but says he can squeeze us in. It's not great, but it might work.
I'm still very very down about this turn of events none the less.

Instead I have taken the chance to get myself on vacation in the interim while we wait for winds and moon to align. My Lady and I packed ourselves off to greece for a couple weeks. I'm still pretty disappointed about getting prepared mentally and physically for the swim but to have it become such a non-event this week has been tough to take. then again, that is what makes the channel so tough to swim; you may never even get the chance.

So i'll keep my training up, all be it in the somewhat warmer water of the southern med. Thanks to all you who have supported me in this last week. We will look to make it happen in a few weeks time.

I'll keep you posted - happy trails and keep your fingers crossed for low winds around the last week of september.

still no joy - but a good morning none the less

We're still no closer to hitting the channel. Pushed back now to maybe Monday or even Tuesday due to the high winds creating a hefty chop in the water. Pilot is not happy with how it's looking.
Apparently his alternative option is to go when the waves die down, even if, EVEN IF we're swimming against the tide. Is this man crazy? The tides can, and often do, run quicker than you can swim! He'd much rather that than swim into a wall of water. Praise the Lord for the gift of experience.

With nothing else to do and no celebration BBQs happening this long weekend, my good lady and I might actually have chance to relax and enjoy the sunny weather we're having. Can't pitch up to this event without some hint of a tan!

It's been a great morning so far, really it has. Our session this morning was a sunny, sociable affair, with our team of four + Matt (our paceman in a wettie) being joined by 7 or so triathletes. We made the jetty feel a pretty small place this morning indeed. The sunshine was actually warm on our backs as we came to the end of the swim and it felt wonderful!
When i got to work i found that i'd made a milestone in my donations, reaching 50% of the target which is brilliant! Chuffed #1.
I then had a missed-call on my phone and listening to the message discovered it was from the Ulladulla radio station 2ST who had been put in touch with me by my ever-resourceful Dad! They wanted to chat to me about the swim. Chuffed #2.
I was gutted to miss them but i'll make tracks to get in touch before we go. International recognition! It's a great feeling! Ok, so many people reading this might not be able to place Ulladulla on a map of the world, but it's close to home and means a lot to me. I appreciate them reaching out and if it helps raise awareness of the RVCP, then I'm all the happier.

Happy trails!

Another day further away

Guys - bad news from the English Channel. The winds coming in from the west are kicking up some hefty waves. Andy King our pilot is not taking Team 1 out until Saturday at the earliest.
We are Team 3 (out of the four teams that Andy has scheduled for his nine day window) so that means we are now looking at Monday 31 August as the first day we could possibly go.
Bank Holiday Monday in the UK????? Well, we all know what the weather's supposed to be like on bank holidays, right?

What this does mean is that we keep ticking over, swimming tomorrow, maybe swim saturday morning at Liquid Leisure, or even change it up to Heron Lake. Ultimately, keep in touch with our pilot and keep ourselves fit and ready to go.

Thanks to everyone for your support. I'm only fifteen quid away from another landmark of 50% of my RNLI total and i hear that cheques are arriving in the mail for the RVCP!!
Just to let you know what to expect, Chris Newell who I am swimming with achieved his sponsorship target of 1,500 quid earlier this week and will be sporting some neon pink budgie smugglers for one leg of the swim. Lucky us indeed, but more importantly that's great work by him on behalf of his charity, CLIC Sargent, for children's cancer research. Well done Chris!

Happy trails everyone!

There's bad weather in the channel

Took a call from Peter last night. Today, Wednesday 26 August, has been written off by our captain as the weather is not good. That sets back the first team in the window by one day and therefore our first possible go-time is Saturday 29 August.
He also said that Thursday isn't looking too great either, which pushes us to Sunday at the earliest. Now that's not necessarily a bad thing. Looking at yesterday's post, Sunday looks like it might be a good, flat, sunny day. Wouldn't mind that at all, but then again you can never trust a british weather forecast.

My Dad confirmed that the first few donations are coming in for the RVCP in Ulladulla which is great, many thanks to Anna & Matt Wilkie, Ali Gowland and Tim Collins for their support out there!

Short swim this morning, me, Chris, Heath, Matt, James & Freddy were all in. We only did maybe 40 minutes this morning at a steady pace; just enough to keep it ticking over but nothing too stressful. Shoulders are sore in an odd place, in my triceps, but i'll take that over structural pain. Will be keeping up the stretching this week.
We were once again graced with a formation display from the local goose population in their classic 'flying V'. Maybe 20, 25 birds flew down the river just as we were getting in. Nice sight that is, especially when it's so still around that you can hear their wings beating and the sound of the wind rushing around their feathers.
That may have been the only nice thing this morning, it was grey and did seem pretty chilly in the water. We're all wondering why that might be. Chris's E-bay thermometer still clings to 19 degrees, professing it to be the truth. I just keep thinking about Wile E. Coyote's many purchases from the ACME company as he tried to catch RoadRunner; each of which either flattened him or led to him being smashed into a rock-face. Who did you say the thermometer's manufacturer was, Chris????

Happy trails!

Getting tense now - when are we off?

Man, it's so close. Today Pete will start the daily call schedule to our pilot, checking out the weather forecast and likely time to go.
Looking at the 5 day forecasts, Sunday might be the best option, but Satuday's not looking so bad either. Friday has some pretty strong winds blowing and waves in excess of 2.5m so to my mind if there's time to skip a day, Friday would be my choice. I've attached the forecast site I just looked at, showing Sunday's best-bet stats. You flick this to Friday and you'll see what I mean about being a day to skip. Look at the windspeed...
http://www.myweather2.com/Marine/United-Kingdom/English-Channel-Western.aspx?sday=5
Current water temp is shown on the link here. If you zoom in on Europe and then France and aim your mouse button to the coordinates 51.1 degrees North 1.81 degrees East and click, you should end up around Calais. Click the yellow icon to the north east of Calais and you'll get the current water temp. Looks to be about 65 degrees Fahrenheit or c.17 degrees Celsius.
http://www.ndbc.noaa.gov/

My kit is in neat piles in the spare room. Now it just needs to be bagged up to stay dry and put into a kit-bag. We food shopped last night, getting stuff for sandwiches, soups, nuts, chocolate bars and also the food coming home which is a little more luxurious. Thinking chicken salad, potato salad, some cous cous - all good nutritional stuff.

I'll keep you all posted with what we hear coming out of Dover.
Incidentally i'm scraping at 50% of my Just Giving target for the RNLI - at 725 quid now, not to be sniffed at and I reckon there's still a few out there who are actually waiting to see proof of success before opening their wallets....which is understandable given the failure rate of channel swims.
Happy trails!

Final long session

Strangely, I was alone on the jetty this morning at 6:30. Pete, Heath & Chris were away and Matt had put in a long session on the weekend. Integrity and internal motivation took over. "What counts is what you do when no one else is around watching you" rang through my head as I pushed into the weedy water and started on my normal route.

It's odd to think that in a week this whole channel push should be a done deal. The Handy Cross pool also opened again yesterday, so as the weather cools down it'll be nice to get back into the water and take on a bit of coaching to straighten out my stroke. It's all a little disjointed right now, i feel like i'm bashing through the water rather than gliding.

I took my shoulders down to the physio this morning for a massage after the session. He expertly identified a series of knots in the usual places, traps and romboids, a result of the lethal combination of training and a desk-bound job. But as I hit this taper week I will be concentrating on stretching and loosening to ensure i'm fresh and ready to feel good.

A quick glance at the just giving site shows i'm a smidge away from 50% of my target. I reckon i'm safe on the pink speedos, but any more would be great to get into the RNLI coffers. I have received messages of support from my Australian friends too who are donating to the RVCP who look after their beaches. I hear it's hotter down-under in the middle of their winter than it is over here in mid-summer. Can't believe that! What's going on with the world?

Alright then, stay posted this week as we keep in contact with the pilot Andy King for our shot. Fri/Sat/Sun 28/29/30 August - keep it here.
Happy trails!

Round two - night swim

What an odd way to spend an evening. Pitching up to the river at 9:30pm to go for a swim in the dark? That's odd. Bringing a support team with torches while we strap glow-sticks to ourselves? That's weird. Actually enjoying it, that's unexpected, but a good thing.

Top pic - L-R Pete (purple) Chris (red) Heath (blue) Me (orange)

Second pic - Getting capped up - Pete in yellow hat, Chris in white hat back left, Heath in orange hat and me in white hat front right.

Third pic - Pete getting acclimatised! nice pic Lisa by the way!

Bottom pic- Me and Heath, picking our way gingerly through the rotted wooden posts of by-gone jetties.

Yep, our second session today saw us enjoy the Marlow reach of the Thames under a starlit sky which by itself was probably more beautiful than a blue-sky morning, only on account of it being so unexpected.

All in all, we were pretty comfy swimming in the dark. Orange or red glowsticks seemed to work best for us in the water to see, the purple one was too dark and the blue one didn't really make an impact. Tied to the backs of our swimmers with the sticks bobbing along the water didn't work. You just can't see them. So half way we switched to having them tucked into the band of our goggles and this worked heaps better. it's like having your own tail-lights! The support team confirmed this was definitely the best way to spot us. We still have green to try I believe. Have heard it is the most aesthetically pleasing colour, like you'd care when you've got it strapped to the back of your head.

Thanks to Jacqui Newell, Pam & Richard Newell and my Lady, Lisa, for their help last night. Notably keeping us out of the path of a boat.

Twice.

So, the week's run in. Pete's off to the Scilly Isles for a week, going to be in contact with the Captain on a daily basis from Tuesday 26 August. Chris is off to Paris for a long weekend, back Tuesday I believe. Heath & I will be in the river, tapering this week and watching what we eat and drink (maybe!). Keep an eye on the weather in the channel. Low winds are good. High winds are bad. Looks like we may be going some time over the weekend if the long range forecast holds true.

Happy trails!

Double header

Two swims today, morning and evening.

Good set this morning on an unusually chilly summer day.
Got our night-swim later tonight, about 9:30pm, and have roped in family support to walk the towpath and ensure we have spotlights near us. If anyone sees four or five green glowsticks bobbing along the Thames, that'll be us. Please give us a wide berth!

Fill you in on details later!
Happy trails!

RNLI donations to
www.justgiving.com/Jeremy-Lovell-Davis
Australian RVCP donations by cheque made payable to RVCP Ulladulla
sent to Barrie Lovell-Davis
7 Skillman Place, Mollymook Beach, NSW, 2539, Australia

Another weekend closer

Roughly two weeks to go now until our window for the channel. The British weather seems to be brightening up and it's been a lovely weekend, warming the water a little. If this holds up, it might be a good end to the summer and potentially a good crossing.

So, a good friday morning session then a longer swim at Liquid Leisure Saturday morning. I could only spend an hour and a half in the water but still managed 5.6km in 1hr 24mins, leaving the guys to crack on to 2hrs. I'm still thinking that the distance itself; each hour's stint; each hard push against the tide; is not the issue, it's going to be the cold. The cold, as it always seems to be in channel attempts.

I'm managing my shoulders a little every night now. Too much front-crawl strengthens the muscles on the front of your chest more than those on your back, making you unbalanced and pulling arms into an unnatural position. The ligaments don't stretch too much to accomodate, instead they just rub over bones and joints with a nagging, aggravating pain. It's happened to me before when me and the guys were training hard at North Sydney Pool for the ocean-swimming season. Two options, 1) more backstroke 2) a series of exercises. My physios would be rolling their eyes given my lax attitude to self-balancing. I promise i'll concentrate on backstroke when i'm back in the pool; i promise.

I think Lisa, my good Lady, is reaching the point where she's over the whiff of pond-weed and the swimming chat. Roll-on the long weekend in August, she says, after this date we go on vacation and the muddy waters of the Thames and algae-laden waters of Liquid Leisure will be replaced with the crystal clear, shimmering blue mediterranean waters of crete and santorini. Muddy apples and clean, waxed oranges indeed. My lovely Lady has been wonderful throughout this whole effort, kicking me to get organised, checking the kit lists to see if there's anything she can help with, accepting the potential for sea-sickness and being my support person on the boat, putting up with greenish swimmers and generally being brilliant. Thank you, my Lady!!!
Happy trails!

Misty eyed

No, that's not a reference to my emotional state this morning...that would be bleary eyed. Actually it's a reference to the temperate climate in the UK when you mix warm evaporating water and cold air- we swam through a light mist this morning. Very tranquil.
We have been joined by Charles, a work colleague of Chris,Newell's and James, a rowing colleague of Matt Baker's. The more the merrier.

As we were starting our final leg of the usual circular route, Chris and I almost swam into a group of triathletes in their dark wetties. I'd not noticed this about them before as i've not witnessed a group up close but it was like swimming into a shoal of tropical fish. All of a sudden I had splashes of neon filling my goggles; hot pink, sunshine yellow, acid green; from the variety of swimming caps these guys were wearing. They're so much easier to see than our whites and off-orange. Might invest.....

Last night we finally got around to having a team meeting to organise kit lists, clothing lists, food requirements, logistics and team name. It's ALMOST like we might be getting organised. As we sat outside the Marlow Donkey pub we were a few moments away from naming our team "The Marlow Donkeys" in an effort to get free t-shirts from the pub, but we veered away from this at the last minute. Sanity prevailed. Still, all else is sorted, a positive and beneficial meeting.

Tomorrow morning is Liquid Leisure at Datchet again for a two hour stint in the lake. All very positive too. Have a good weekend everyone.
Happy trails!

Thanks to our first sponsor - VOLVIC MINERAL WATER

I wanted to say a big thank you to our first sponsor, Volvic Mineral Water. http://www.volvic.co.uk/
They are supplying 36 litres of Volvic to our team to take on board with us and make sure we have conveniently sized water available with the minimum of fuss. As we'll be swimming in salty water, the most important thing is to keep hydrated with fresh clean water, this should do the trick!
Thanks again and happy trails to the Volvic team in the UK!

A midweek update - helpful reading

I'm currently reading a book by a female swimmer Sally Friedman (although i don't think she ever swam the channel, but was the first woman to swim from Rhode Island to Long Island and has also completed the 'Round Manhatten' swim a couple of times). It's called "Swimming the English Channel". I like it, a simple title, does what it says on the cover.
In the early pages (which is as far as I have read thus far) she describes in great detail and with clear emotion the joy and exhilaration of open water swimming, marathon swimming actually, in cold cold water. Now I'm not quite there for 10 mile swims on the bounce, not quite, but I have just read some technical information she gives about the mechanical yet strangely artistic side of each underwater stroke. As such this week I'm going to be focussing on the three-dimensional 'S' of the freestyle pull. Out and down - In and up - Out and down. By keeping each stroke longer and more powerful, you become more efficient in the water. You spin your arms less and make each burnt calorie a positive use of energy. As I expect to be battered by the waves - but worse the 'chop' - (where the tide runs in opposition to the wind, creating small repetitive mini-waves that smack into your arms and make it difficult to snatch a breath) I'll need to be as efficient as possible. The constant correction to being knocked off rhythm by waves is tiring and burns needless fuel.
Otherwise, I'm good right now. Have worked out that one rest-day is good but two rest-days are bad and allows the body to get comfortable. This is important to the taper week and if we have to wait at all before we go. You can't wait too long between swims but you can't sit around resting if the weather-window does not open.
Team meeting tonight to clarify plans and kit lists. We might almost get to a stage of being organised! My wife, Lisa, jokes that you can tell there are no girls in the team on account of us having planned absolutely nothing! Now that's funny because it's true.
Happy trails!

An icon for our boat on the navigational charts

My friend, Kathryn, designed us a little icon to be used on the navigational map as we bob across the channel.

All I need to do now is to convince the AIS that they should use this as their normal convention for all channel swimmers instead of the normal boring blue pentagon.

Thanks Kathryn, this is very very cool of you!

Just not feeling the love this morning

Groan- I am not feeling it this morning.
After a wonderful weekend on the south coast, finally with some sunshine, the return to the banks of the Thames this morning was a bit of a chore. The boys were just as jaded after a busy weekend of parties though!
I didn’t manage to eat anything after my swim for about an hour and a half, which meant that within an hour of finally eating my body was saying to me, “wait a minute young man, you’ve asked me to work hard, which I did, but you’ve not taken care of me afterwards and I’ve not refueled for two and a half hours. As a result of your ingratitude, I’m going to have a rest now while I wait for the fuel to make a difference. To hell with what your brain thinks, they’re coming along for a kip too.” It was a bit of a battle this morning to get enough umph into the day to be honest! Lesson learned, must eat quickly after the exercise!
Happy trails!

What a difference the rain makes....24 little hours

Wow, what an amazing training session this morning. I am stoked for the whole day, whatever happens, i'm up, quids in, ahead of the curve, out in front. Ready.
I have to take you through this one, it was an exceptional morning in the Thames!

For those of you not in the UK, it rained here in the south-east of England all day yesterday. Not just pitter-patter, but proper rain. Constant rain. Couple that with the deluge from Wednesday afternoon which was shorter but torrential to the point of grey-out and you've got waterlogged countryside and a high water table.

When Chris, Pete, Nathan and I got to the river this morning, our plan was for a long steady session, 1 hour plus. What we found was that the water level was now some 15cm higher than it was wednesday morning, and remember that's 15cm across a stretch of water maybe 50m-75m wide. That's a lot of water coming through the gates! You could see clearly from the bank that the current would up the ante for us and this was not going to be an easy session.
Normally our paddle to Marlow weir takes us 22 minutes up to a small boat, Sapphire Blue i think it's called, that is the last moored boat before the weir. This morning the boat was not getting any closer, no matter how hard we swam. It's a disheartening game trying to guess distance at water-level, things just take much longer to get to. No matter, Pete and I cranked it up a notch and slowly reeled this flaming little blue and white boat in, slowly and steadily. I reached it first, maybe 20m ahead of Pete, but when i put my hand out to grab the sides, i immediately found myself moving backwards. I had to resume swimming hard again, just to make it back to the boat and keep swimming with one arm as i reached up to grab a conveniently placed rope. Madness. Looking round, i was astonished to find that Pete's still 20m away and he stayed there for about another minute as he dug in to make the boat. While I'm merrily swinging in the current, gripping this wonderfully secure rope, Pete finally reaches up and gets a fingerhold on the stern, enough grip however to manage a gutsy high-five! It was a good effort to reach the boat and we're both a little out of puff to be honest! Instead of 22 minutes, it had taken us 44 minutes this morning.
Looking further downstream, Chris was still gamefully bashing away maybe 30m off, while Nathan was even further back at about 50m, even with his bouyant wettie. It got cold waiting so we decided to use the Thames as our very own infinite lap-pool, slipped out from behind the boat and continued to swim at the same pace as the current flowing in the opposite direction. It was hilarious to be swimming away quite happily yet knowing we weren't getting anywhere! I estimate the water was running at about 90 seconds per 100m, 4km an hour, which is what we expect to average in the Channel.
After a couple of minutes, we checked in on Chris, still a distance off, so we decided to go out and spot him into the boat. Honestly, five strokes and we'd covered the distance to him downstream, where we collected ourselves, made ourselves known and as a trio dialled it back into the boat. For the second time, Pete and I dug in and reached the stern with Chris in tow, more high-fives between us and the realisation that this was exactly what to expect from the Good Lady Channel.
Now, what to do with Nathan? Knowing he's a gritty competitor, Pete didn't think twice about not making him reach the boat and we paddled off to collect and chaperone him through the current. As soon as the three of us broke the waters and gave him a little drafting room, he started to move forward at a steady pace, crossing the main stream from the Buckinghamshire to the Berkshire bank, finally reaching the boat. Good on the man! Awesome finish!
We were now at something like 55 minutes of battling up stream and thinking that our plan to swim all the way back to the normal boat house might take us the rest of the morning! We hastily revised it, knowing we all had work to get to, and made a dash for the landing jetty. Man it felt good to be moving so quickly! We covered the return leg in about 10 minutes, which says something about the pace of the river we'd just fought with.
Mentally, being able to see your progress, however slow, is encouraging. But in the channel, we'll not have any stationary objects against which to guage ourselves. Will any of us want to know that we're not making headway even when we're pulling as hard as we can? At what stage do the team on the boat communicate to the swimmer that as hard as they're working, they need to work harder to push through a tide? We need to work this out between us. It will make a big difference for sure to the mental side of the swim, which takes on more significance than you would think.

Anyway, enough of swimming upstream. I'm going to try to swim downstream for the rest of the day and make my own positive current.
Again in the words of Og Mandino (god, this man's good with words ain't he??? a quote for everything!!!) "I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit". Well, it certainly did this morning!

Oh, we made the pages of the illustrious Maidenhead Advertiser this week! The journos want to do a follow up after our swim aswell. Somewhat hilariously though, the article states that Captain Webb (the first guy to swim the channel) is taking us across in the boat. They seem to have got their research mixed up with our facts: Andy King will be taking us across.
http://www.bucksfreepress.co.uk/news/4542447.Marlow_swimmers_take_on_the_channel/
Happy trails!

Donation milestone

A short write-up went out today in the Chalfont News, an e-newsletter that covers the three sites here in Little Chalfont, about our channel challenge. It's been so exciting to just get the word out there and have people hear about it. Obviously the usual response is "you're mad" but then it's followed up with "it's a great cause you're swimming for" and that brings it right back to why i'm going to put myself out there.
So, my donations tally for the RNLI now stands at a beautifully uneven GBP500.98 (forgive my US centric keyboard, no pound symbol) which is a great milestone to hit. That's a lot of money and to make sense of it, it would buy three full wetties and a rescue tube for the Lifeguard on the beach. I'm a little way off generating enough money for a full-on rescue craft, but you know, you can try.
I remember the sentiments from a book called "The Greatest Salesman in the World", written by Og Mandino. It's a short book that I would read daily each morning on the book-field where I spent three summers working whilst at University: "If you shoot for the moon, chances are you'll strike a rock. If you shoot for the stars, chances are you'll still strike a rock, but there's always a chance you'll strike the moon".

Interestingly, the great man has another pearl of wisdom which aptly fits my current situation.
"To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can".

And so I close up for the night, ready to hit the river again tomorrow morning, knowing that it may well be a touch cooler, given all the rain from wednesday and thursday but also knowing that it's one more step on the road to being prepared.
Happy trails!

Beware drunken mermaids

I think I may have a new nickname. From the swimming fraternity at least.
About 90% through our training set this morning, we paused for breath before the final high intensity stint of 400m. Chris paddles up and matter of factly says to me "I liken your swimming this morning to that of a drunken mermaid. You're all over the shop!"
Fair comment actually. When I up the intensity I have a bad habit of meandering along the river. I nearly swam down a backwater on monday morning because I wasn't looking where I was going. Now that would be disastrous mid channel to be paddling off in the wrong direction!

Anyway, with that said, I can see the backprint for my team t-shirt already!

Just a reminder, donations to the RNLI can be made through my just giving site www.justgiving.com/Jeremy-Lovell-Davis
donations to the RVCP can be made through my Dad as per the blog post from 4 August.

You know the channel is the busiest shipping lane in the world....

This is a wake-up call! I found this linked to a channel swim website. It is a real-time vessel tracker for UK ports. The linked page shows the traffic in real-time between Dover and Calais, through which we're going to be swimming.
Hilarious!!! What should a channel swimmer's icon look like? A small floating rubber duck?

http://www.shipais.com/currentmap.php?refresh=2&count=1&map=folkstone

Australian Royal Volunteer Coast Patrol Donations

I have been asked by more than one person how it might be possible to make donations to the Royal Volunteer Coastal Patrol, Ulladulla Division.

Coastal Patrol in New South Wales provide a volunteer service to all ocean users; ocean vessels in distress, passing vessels on the radio providing information about the shoreline, recreational boats out for a spot of fishing, of course providing a rapid response for swimmers like me and many many more activities.
In 2008 the number of volunteer hours provided in NSW was 759,502 which equates to a benefit to NSW alone of $22.8 million! That’s a lot of support.
According to the 2008 stats for NSW, there were 1,157 reported incidents with 2,634 people rescued, a staggering 7 people per day for every day of the year.
Breakdowns and searches required 721 outings of a rescue boat of some sort, with the fuel bill alone reaching $170,294.

The RVCP is a 100% charitable entity and maintains phenomenally high standards of care and service to the Australian beach-going community. Without contributions, there would be no coastal patrol. I realise that cash is hard to come by for all of us right now, but if everyone can make a contribution of a few dollars and send this message to a lot of their friends, then the dollars will stack up in the end.

May I say a big thanks to my Dad who has taken to the volunteering life and is helping me co-ordinate this element of my channel challenge! He is a qualified for radio operation, navigation, seamanship and first aid as required for all crew members and he is current under training for Skipper Level one.

Given that the RVCP are not connected to something like Just Giving, we’re taking a more manual approach here so bear with me! This is important if you’re an Australian tax payer and you can claim back the tax effect of the donation.
If you would like to contact the RVCP Ulladulla crew directly, you can get in touch with Doug Musker, the Division Commander through their website:
http://www.rvcpulladulla.com.au/

Please make cheques payable to RVCP Ulladulla and send them to my Dad who volunteers for the RVCP (see the Ulladulla write-up that I attach to this email and how he pulled together the Charity Golf Day) and he can pay these into the Coastal Patrol account and arrange to have your tax receipt sent to you from the RVCP which is a registered charity in Australia.
Send your cheque to
Barrie Lovell-Davis
7 Skillman Place
Mollymook Beach
NSW 2539
AUSTRALIA
with a short cover note saying;
"Jezz Lovell-Davis Channel Challenge - RVCP Ulladulla Donation"
"YOUR NAME and ADDRESS"

If you have any questions about this, please get in touch on the blog or my email jezzld@hotmail.com

A little background knowledge

We had the chance to meet a good channel coach this morning, Greg Whyte. He has swum the channel several times, working with Andy King our pilot and also coached David Walliams in his solo channel effort for Comic Relief. Meeting Greg mid-channel of the Thames, just downstream of the Marlow weir danger sign, me going one way, him going the other, we exchanged glances under a high-arm.
By the time we’d all turned round and swum back to the jetty, he and a friend, Richard, were already toweled down and were warming up. We got their photographic skills working for us and finally took the team photograph for both the Maidenhead Advertiser and my work’s local newsletter. I’ve added the shot here, left to right are Chris Newell, Heath Freeman, Peter Frost and me, the hairy one!
Catching up with Greg again for breakfast, we shot a bunch of questions at him. It was pretty enlightening to hear of some of the oddities of the channel swim. For example we HAVE to wear speedos because the CSA does not allow any suits larger than that, in light of the FINA acceptance of the hyper-technical suits, it does seem at odds.
Confirming what we thought, keeping warm is the biggest thing for us as a relay team, so make sure we’re out the water, dry, warm and get a hot drink in as the number one priority. In respect of the swimming, it’s one hour, head down and go as hard as you can. With three hours of rest time, we can afford to go hard. It might be that we can get a good time out of this. I found it a really useful chat to have over a healthy breakfast of poached eggs on toast. I’m noticing more what I’m eating now, making sure it’s healthy and with a good energy count. I’m forcing myself to drink more as well to keep hydrated. It’s simple stuff that we all know but with three weeks to go I’ve got a heightened awareness of it now.
I wanted to say thanks here to my manager, Pearl Ford, who is being phenomenally positive and encouraging about this swim. I’m not into the office quite as early in the mornings because we’re finishing our sets in the river and I’m trying to get out at a reasonable time to make sure I can put some ks down on the road on my non-swimming days. It’s a balancing act. Most importantly, we’ve got a huge presentation on 27 August to get dialled and there is a high chance that our swim happens on the 28th which could make for an interesting taper week!

A long swim at Liquid Leisure

Laying down challenges, Chris, Heath and I decided to put ourselves to the test and hit Liquid Leisure http://www.openwaterswim.co.uk/ this morning for as long as we could. The lake just outside Datchet is open to swimmers for two hours between half 6 and half 8 and becomes a splash-fest for open water swimmers and triathletes. The water in the lake is hovering around high nineteen degrees, so the need for wetsuits is pretty low but regardless of that all but us and a couple of others are rubbered up in full suits. I shake my head.
Hitting the water just after half six we reckoned on completing as close to two hours as we could. It’s a reasonable test I think, swimming solidly for two hours, even if the water’s not as cold and this won’t cause the muscles to cramp up anywhere nearly as quickly, but if you think about it, it’s a test for the shoulders. Eighty strokes per 100m. Eight hundred strokes per kilometer. Four kilometers per hour, that’s 3,200 strokes an hour. I ended up completing about 6.5km in 1hr 40mins this morning, that’s 5,200 strokes. 2,600 rotations of each shoulder. Forgive me, I am an accountant.
After about 5.5km my right bicep started to tighten up, feeling a little torn, which is never a good feeling in anyone’s book so I’ll be looking after that for the next 36hrs. It could be worse, could be chaffing under my armpits, now that’s sore! Still, I’ll take it easy the next couple of days, don’t want anything letting go now.

Running through my head this morning, for the majority of the swim, was about four bars from the chorus of “The Whole World Reminds Me of You” by Thirsty Merc. I must learn more catchy songs to be able to hum along to. The ocean’s a quiet place.

I have an apology to make here. When I said we were swimming at “old-man-plod pace” on Friday morning, what I MEANT was “reasonable training pace”. It’s all relative really, depending on how you feel when you pitch up to the deck. Friday morning I felt pretty sore, this morning I felt really good and was able to test myself a little, pushing the pace on every alternate kilometer.
I reckon that ability to change pace for a good 15-30 minutes will be crucial when we come to the channel. The tides change so quickly and so dramatically that if you miss a positive tide and get hit by an adverse one it can add hours to your time as you battle against it. In particular we hear the tide that rushes along the French coastline is fierce and it would be the last thing you want to hit when you’re tired and sore. Regardless of what pace you swim at, I’m sitting and watching the world champs from Rome this arvo and the stunning results coming out of the pool are a marvel to watch. Really exciting stuff. And to finally hear the british national anthem at a swimming event, it’s a good thing!
While I have your attention, I wanted to say many thanks and the best for the future for my friend Jonny Loose who owns the Healthy Deli in Henley. He has had the store open for a couple of years now and built it up to be a well known and exclusive center in Henley for local cheeses, cured meats, condiments and chutneys, wines and beers and an assortment of wonderfully tasty goods. It is with great sadness that we walked into the Healthy Deli today to find Jonny in a shirt and tie for his last day of trading. Jonny will be moving onto different things after a period of R&R. I look forward to hearing about your new venture!

Happy trails and here's to the rest of the weekend!

Bit of a reality check this morning

Woke up for training with a headache. Not the best start to the day. With a breakfast of soluble paracetomol inside me, I met Heath and Chris at the Marlow Club and trotted off to the river bank with a group of triathletes in tow. Maybe 7 of them, all wet-suited and ready to go. I’m sure I saw eye-liner on one of the ladies….that’s hopeful. I can’t imagine there’s likely to be much talent down the Thames at half-six on a Friday morning that’s on the lookout for a sporty lady, in a full wetsuit, with goggles on. Then again, it does leave a lot to the imagination, which might be what gets some swimmers through a long session.
What is the collective noun for a group of triathletes? Anyone?

As soon as I hit the water this morning I noticed 1) the water was clearer than at any time this week 2) the stream was stronger after all the rain from the last couple of days 3) the water was warmer, which blew me away to be honest and 4) my shoulders are seriously sore. On top of my dusty head, I’m now struggling with two sore shoulders. Took me 20-25 minutes at a speed which can only be described as “old-man-plod” before the aching started to dull. Note to self, need more painkillers.

The plod took us the normal route, upstream to Marlow weir before back down to the next island and boatsheds before turning back into the current for 400-500m at a harder pace to the jetty. The jetty which we now know actually moves away from you the closer you get to it. One of long distance swimming’s little tricks. All up it was an hour's swim today, which is the benchmark minimum. Tomorrow morning we're going to Liquid Leisure to do atleast 90 minutes.

Reality check continues, Chris has bought a thermometer from e-bay (I only say e-bay as a caveat to its technical specifications) which we’d dropped into the river when we left. Coming back to it an hour later, it’s reading 18 degrees. 18 DEGREES!!!???? That’s warm by anyone’s standards. I thought the river was a little warmer, but the channel’s supposed to be 14-15 degrees. This is not good news and we’re all a little concerned now.
Chris did swim to the middle of the stream with the thermo’ to see if it would drop but it stayed steady on 18. Does anyone have any large ice bricks like they do at Bondi Icebergs???

Even so, with a slight breeze in the air we’re all shivering slightly when we get back to the car-park. This is our major concern: the cold. We’re all comfortable with the swimming, even Heath, who now knows he can continue to breath only to the left because Andy King (our pilot – see http://www.louisejane.co.uk/channel_crossing.htm) wants all his swimmers on the starboard bow. But the cold and staying warm, that’s another issue.

I have copied across a lot of my thoughts that have been posted to my Facebook page here just to back up my history of the swim. They go back about a month or so but are pretty short and sweet.

Physically, I have found that in the last few days I have been very hungry. I hope this is on account of my training, but since Tuesday I have been constantly hungry. Now, I’m not saying it’s anything like being in the sudan where people are starving, but I’m always hungry. Must keep a check on my intake, both food and liquids from now on. Less coffee, more water.
Until tomorrow, happy trails.

Lyme Regis

Made it to Relatives in Lyme Regis last weekend. Lisa and I stayed with my Aunty Wendy and Uncle Keith in Axminster and were thoroughly well looked after. It's always a positive time down with them, very very energising it is! Cousin Ian also came down for some R&R away from the craziness of London. Good place to find it i reckon!

Saturday was a good day, sunny for a change, and warm. Aunty Wo and I felt like hitting the water that morning, so went to Lyme Regis. Aunty Wo has been known to dabble in some silly swimming in her time, notably a charity swim on Christmas Day a couple years back for the RNLI. Thoroughly silly but suitably respectable for all ocean swimmers! Her love of the water is what drags her in!

So, in the sunshine of a british summer we marched into the waves at Lyme Regis. The lifeguard board said the temp was 15 degrees, THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!!! Superb conditions for it, light swell, nothing too dramatic and just crisp enough to make your face and toes tingle. The taste of salt water comes flooding back to your memory and it was like being back on the northern beaches of Sydney. Good times.

I knocked out a couple of km along the bouys before heading back in. While we warmed up we chatted about it being LifeBoat week at Lyme and I decided to go and find some lifeguards and chat about what they actually find themselves doing on a daily basis.

I found Becky and Charlotte manning the beach that morning. See top pic here. They had just performed a couple of demo rescues to illustrate how they are used to keep an eye on the general public. Surprisingly they are fully salaried life guards. Apparently there are not enough volunteers in that part of the world so they have to have full-timers on patrol six days a week. See, that's where the money is needed, full time professional staff. Charlotte told me that in Lyme it is not so much the rescuing as the first aid that is the needed skill. as there is a 25minute response time from the nearest paramedic, it is vital for them to have the skills to resuscitate and revive while the paras arrive. Tough job and a lot of responsibility. It was good to meet them and they wished me luck for the swim. Check them out at:

http://www.rnli.org.uk/

All in all a good morning out on the beach.