Guest blogs

Swimming through grief

"Our lives were thrown into a living hell. The shock of it, the cruelty of it, the grim unreality of it. Yet even in those first, nightmarish days when I was living in a fog of despair, I felt a primitive need to get in the water, to swim, to lose myself in the river and the sea ... Swimming was a comfort, a balm, a point of absence, and yet at the same time a point of connection to life itself, and back to Felix".

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