Bathing In The Gunwalloe Shallows…
Church Cove, Gunwalloe, the second of two warm, sunny days in the south west,
Chairs opened upon the soft sand, a turquoise-through-blue tide receding,
One or two breaking waves offering board-rides, whilst the ocean itself begged to be
Utilised.
The waiting was indeed excruciating, but eventually, I donned a new rash vest,
Stood, then strode forth towards the shallows, without my bodyboard, conceding
That my immersion would be one of lunging, plunging and feeling suitably, pleasurably
Exercised.
After I had made a positive and forthright entrance into the tousling sea,
I soon turned to dive into and allow a breaker to propel
Me landwards a metre or two but the cold water engulfed me
And seeped beneath my top, trapping it against my skin as I fell
And wallowed in the Gunwalloe shallows…
Clearly shaken by my shivering, I chose though to persevere
And within minutes, the rash-vest had come into its own…
Warmth began to spread through my body, marinated with good cheer
And I thrashed and tumbled, dived and stumbled, warm to the bone,
As I wallowed in the Gunwalloe shallows…
Pete Ray…
22nd June 2026…
Bought the new rash-vest (under-top) at Mountain Warehouse, Penzance and after a morning in Coverack, I was able to use it in the sea after lunch at Church Cove, Gunwalloe.
Upon entering the sea and getting very wet for the first time, the vest became really chilly on my torso, which was so weird, until I became very much warmer and enjoyed every ensuing moment frolicking in the ocean.
Was thrown asunder a few times too.
I like a bit of slapstick…
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