LXVSWIM

Vera Prokopieva and Annie Liddle were undergraduate students at the University of Oxford. They both took up wild swimming together while...

It somehow feels right to leave my stripy togs in Copenhagen to be recycled. On the last day here, after nearly three years away, I put...

Bada bada bada, Varje dag, Bada bada bada, Varje dag, Bada Ja, Bada Ja, Bada bada bada, Varje dag! It is less of poetry than of trance...

I dreamed of swimming last night – in Copenhagen, a place denied to me in this year of coronavirus. I have been coming to Copenhagen...

La Banchina isn’t Italian, it is firmly Copenhagen in a cockle-shell. It is a café in a run-down shed on the canal front in a brown field...

Approaching this place of calm and swimming from the very centre of Helsinki seemed straightforward, until Pauline and I encountered...

This Winter has been disappointing, at least in the sense of not being cold enough. I had been looking forward to breaking ice on the...

One great thing about Kastrup Sea Bath, or The Snail, or the Conch, is that it is easy to get to. Two stops from the airport on the...

When in Uppsala this Summer, I knew of Linnaeus, Carl von Linné, the ‘father of modern taxonomy’ – everything we do in classifying nature...

I got off the train at Klampenborg once previously, for another purpose and not to swim. This was to go to the art museum Ordrupgaard...

Wild(ish) grey-white horses, rolling in from Sweden, tussling into shore. That’s what it looks like from the top of the hill, grey into...

Today I am in Malmo, which they say is in Sweden, but some (many here) would say Skane. There is a very strong Skane identity – the...

Small but dignified, the river flows through this this beautiful Swedish city. There are lakes not so far away, but this was a swim...