As the Grey River Swimmer, a connection I had formed with the river as a young girl has been rekindled. Nature, in its purest form, has been important throughout my life, and I have found a sense of belonging in the  rhythms if the river. 

A sense of melancholy would arise every year as the weather turned colder, forcing me to retreat from the water. But three winters ago, a friend's suggestion led me to  continue my river rendezvous even as the temperature plummeted below freezing. The exhilaration I felt was unparalleled and the sense of fulfillment began to grow. A persistent ache in my back began to ease, allowing me to reclaim a vitality I thought had eluded me, I am after all “a middle aged woman”.
And so, the ritual had begun. Every day, I immerse myself in water, cycling instead of driving, and walking to and from my bike. The steep hill challenged my level of commitment as I pedaled upward, pushing the boundaries of my endurance. When I’m not at home in the country, I swim in spots around Dublin, such as Vico or the Half Moon. This gives me a sense of freedom and connection, no matter where in the world I am. In 2024 I visted Chicago in February, and as soon as I landed went for a swim in Lake Michigan. I can honestly say, it was the best part of visiting that city.

At home, meetings a long the road with neighbours on the journey add a sense of community, breathing life into the connection I feel with the world around me. In the realm of the river, I ‘m attuned to its nuances—the ever-changing flow, the wandering rocks, and the inquisitive fish that circled my legs. The animals that I encounter have become used to me, unknowingly participating in my revitalisation.

At the onset, recording my experiences was secondary to the pure sensation of the river's touch. Yet, an innate desire to chronicle my experiences eventually led to the birth of an Instagram page. In this virtual realm, a revelation dawned: I was far from alone. A vibrant community of kindred spirits shared my love for cold water swimming, proving that connections can be forged across miles and screens.

With an unyielding tolerance for the cold, I embarked on a journey that reshaped my physical, mental, and emotional landscapes. The metamorphosis was profound—every stroke, every plunge, and every icy shiver breathed life into a new version of myself. Fitter, healthier, and happier, the Grey River Swimmer emerged as more than a moniker—it became a testament to the boundless potential for growth that resides within us all.