Our outdoor swimming itch took us to Coldingham Bay in the Borders for a bit of a dook. A slow walk to the North Sea. Getting our skins on. Top towel girl. Acclimatisation. Ignoring acclimatisation! Waiting for the waves. Hitting the waves. Being hit by the waves 1. Being hit by the waves 2. Me … Continue reading Dooking in the Cold(ingham Bay) Drink. →