Fiona Pitt-Kethley

Early this year I had my first and only encounter with Santería. It was at the beach. I had long been an enthusiast for cold water swimming. I liked it even when I lived in Hastings, but it’s slightly easier now that I’m in southern Spain, where I snorkel regularly at my local beach. From mid-May to mid-October the temperatures are fine. For the rest of the year I only do the odd cold plunge into the sea and swim for a few minutes at most. This year I decided to try to snorkel all year round and I keep going for anything from five to twenty minutes, depending on the temperature of the water. The slight drop in core body temperature this causes seems to benefit my health in a variety of ways. And I sometimes have the beach to myself.

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