I’m sitting in a bathtub on a beach. Waves are crashing, people pass by with dogs, and the only thing I have for company is a bag of seaweed. Surprisingly, I’m not in the throes of a strange dream that I’ll try to make sense of in the morning, I’m just enjoying a seaweed bath in Dorset.
I’d discovered seaweed bathing a few weeks beforehand, reading an article about the revival of the ancient tradition in Ireland. The comments were filled with passion for the practice, with people enthusing, “I felt renewed!” and, “soaking in seaweed [is] a delightful way to pass the time”. As a person who likes to feel renewed and delighted, I was sold. While there are countless seaweed baths in Ireland due to an abundance of the green stuff, the wellness activity is migrating over to the UK, popping up in Wales, and closer afield at Sae, in Dorset.
