So three weeks since I first took the plunge, I am happy to report that I'm still going in and have only actually missed three mornings. It's become a ritual now and even though when I wake up, the prospect of a sea plunge isn't always instantly appealing, by the time I've walked through the fields, woken up, and warmed up, the sea dip halfway is now an essential part of the day.
I’m sorry because I honestly just didn't get it, but I am now grown-up enough to admit that a dog really can change your life. My hubby and kids are furious, of course, because, if I said, "Look, we are not getting a dog and that's final," once, I said it a thousand times throughout their childhood, and I can appreciate their frustration, in that now they're all grown up and flying the nest and Roxy the dog moves in. Mum, who didn't like dogs, is now hopelessly smitten.
As I settled down to my hearty bowl of porridge the other morning, my eyes strayed casually to the cereal box in front of me. As I fixed my gaze once again upon his taught torso, I experienced the sudden realisation that the The Scott's Porage Oats Man and I, actually go back a very, very long way.