Seventy-year-old Anne Young was unequivocal when asked what she wanted for her milestone birthday in April this year. “A wetsuit.” Young started swimming to recover from an injury a few months before and had no intention of missing her weekly swims in the icy waters of Melbourne’s Port Phillip Bay just because of winter. “Are you sure?” they asked her. “Why not?” she countered.
“So, I got the wetsuit, got the gloves, got the booties and then I got the giggles, as I couldn’t get the wetsuit on. Then I couldn’t get the zip up. When I went for the swim, I couldn’t get it down.” She needed help. “One day I went to one of the girls and a man said, ‘Here, let me’.” Young leans forward and laughs. “So, at 70, you can still get undressed by a strange man.”
