Last year, I moved from Melbourne to Sydney and swapped the much-loved Fitzroy Pool for saltier laps at Icebergs in Bondi. The water was freezing in the middle of winter, so I bought a swimming cap and broke up each swim with spells in the sauna.
As the year rolled forward and the weather warmed up, I got to know the rest of Sydney’s pools. Clovelly for immersion, Bronte for quick laps, Mahon to escape the crowds. Most swimmers I know are addicted to the rhythm and the silence. To the feeling of escape and transformation that comes from being submerged in the ocean.
