A fundraising update!
We've still...yes, STILL... got some sponsorship to come in (chasing everyone up is hard work, especially when you don't know who some of the people are!!) but we can say that we've definitely raised over £13 000 which is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! We are so happy (and suprised) that we've managed to raise so much. There are loads of Channel swimmers who have nowhere near the amount of support and backing that we've had so we want to say a MASSIVE thank you to absolutely everyone who sponsored us or just supported us in general. We definitely wouldn't have made it across alone!!!
I will update with the final amount as soon as it all comes in and we get in confirmed with the Precious Lives Appeal... only about £100 left to come in now.
Em on behalf of L.E.N.S. Team XXX
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Awards
Hi!
You might have heard, but if you haven't, in November we journeyed up to Dover to the Channel Swimming Federation's annual dinner for everyone who successfully made the crossing this year. To our suprise (but not Len's, as he already knew and sneakily didn't tell us) we were given 2 awards by the CSF!!!
The first was for the Fastest Ladies Relay and the 2nd was for the Greatest Feat of Endurance By a Relay Team. We were so so happy to get these awards and it just really topped off the whole experience for us. The dinner was lovely and very posh and exciting. I duly collected the special name places and confetti and stuff for the scrapbook I'm still attempting...
At the dinner we were also given our handwritten certificates saying we had successfully swam across the Channel in 15 hours and 35 minutes etc, which are beautiful.
After this, the 4 of us were awarded full swimming colours by the school in assembly a few weeks ago which was also a lovely thing to get (though I've already lost my badge after the second day of wearing it which is annoying). The head based an entire assembly on US - it's like we're famous - which was also fun. All that just highlights the huge help the school have been.
Rose (Len's daughter) is currently working on making a photo kind of book on the swim which apparently are nearly done, so hopefully we'll get copies of them soon. Jim (Sarah's dad) has finished his plotting of our route across the Channel too, so we'll have copies of that soon. I'll try and scan one onto here when I get one.
More updates soon.
Em XXX
You might have heard, but if you haven't, in November we journeyed up to Dover to the Channel Swimming Federation's annual dinner for everyone who successfully made the crossing this year. To our suprise (but not Len's, as he already knew and sneakily didn't tell us) we were given 2 awards by the CSF!!!
The first was for the Fastest Ladies Relay and the 2nd was for the Greatest Feat of Endurance By a Relay Team. We were so so happy to get these awards and it just really topped off the whole experience for us. The dinner was lovely and very posh and exciting. I duly collected the special name places and confetti and stuff for the scrapbook I'm still attempting...
At the dinner we were also given our handwritten certificates saying we had successfully swam across the Channel in 15 hours and 35 minutes etc, which are beautiful.
After this, the 4 of us were awarded full swimming colours by the school in assembly a few weeks ago which was also a lovely thing to get (though I've already lost my badge after the second day of wearing it which is annoying). The head based an entire assembly on US - it's like we're famous - which was also fun. All that just highlights the huge help the school have been.
Rose (Len's daughter) is currently working on making a photo kind of book on the swim which apparently are nearly done, so hopefully we'll get copies of them soon. Jim (Sarah's dad) has finished his plotting of our route across the Channel too, so we'll have copies of that soon. I'll try and scan one onto here when I get one.
More updates soon.
Em XXX
Friday, 25 September 2009
ENGLAND TO FRANCE... Via The Channel
And so we did it!!
We got up late on Thursday and Len rang to say he'd be arriving at 12 to drive us to the Marina and Andy would be picking us up there at 1pm. Frantic last-minute bag-packing and checks ensued; Len and Didge arrived to give us a final and emotional pep talk; we set off for Dover!
It was a perfect day for Channel swimming - apparently one of only three days in the year so far when they'd had such good conditions for a crossing. It was sunny and quite warm, there was only a slight breeze and the water, though having a little swell, wasn't too bad at all. We arrived at the Marina and were greeted by the Munro-Lott parents and Jim Barlow, closely followed by Mum Waller who arrived 5 mins later. After meeting the lovely observer Claire who would be officiating our swim and packing everything onto the Louise Jane, we said our goodbyes with some massive hugs, Andy started up the boat and off we went out of the harbour. The full crew was Andy, Gary (Andy's number 2), Claire, Len, Didge (who was amazing for emotional support), Luce, Me, Nay and Sarah (swimming in that order).
As soon as we left the harbour it got a bit more choppy, but it was still far better than a lot of what we had been used to swimming in. We went right out of the harbour over past Sandfire Hoe; there was a little beach to its right and this was where Lucy would be starting from. So, when she was ready, Gary pulled back the chain on the side of the boat, Lucy jumped in to the sea (not without a little bit of screaming on entry) and swam in to the beach. She had to stand up completely clear of the water on the beach before Andy sounded the horn and then back in she went, and she was off: we were swimming the Channel!
We got up late on Thursday and Len rang to say he'd be arriving at 12 to drive us to the Marina and Andy would be picking us up there at 1pm. Frantic last-minute bag-packing and checks ensued; Len and Didge arrived to give us a final and emotional pep talk; we set off for Dover!
It was a perfect day for Channel swimming - apparently one of only three days in the year so far when they'd had such good conditions for a crossing. It was sunny and quite warm, there was only a slight breeze and the water, though having a little swell, wasn't too bad at all. We arrived at the Marina and were greeted by the Munro-Lott parents and Jim Barlow, closely followed by Mum Waller who arrived 5 mins later. After meeting the lovely observer Claire who would be officiating our swim and packing everything onto the Louise Jane, we said our goodbyes with some massive hugs, Andy started up the boat and off we went out of the harbour. The full crew was Andy, Gary (Andy's number 2), Claire, Len, Didge (who was amazing for emotional support), Luce, Me, Nay and Sarah (swimming in that order).
As soon as we left the harbour it got a bit more choppy, but it was still far better than a lot of what we had been used to swimming in. We went right out of the harbour over past Sandfire Hoe; there was a little beach to its right and this was where Lucy would be starting from. So, when she was ready, Gary pulled back the chain on the side of the boat, Lucy jumped in to the sea (not without a little bit of screaming on entry) and swam in to the beach. She had to stand up completely clear of the water on the beach before Andy sounded the horn and then back in she went, and she was off: we were swimming the Channel!
It worked like this: we'd swim alongside the boat, driven alternatively by Andy or Gary. The boat would be going slowly, so we'd catch up with the front of it; on doing so, the boat would accelerate until we were in line with the back of it so then we'd swim to the front again, and so and so forth so that we were always in line with some part of the boat. Communication with the parents who were watching us from Sandfire Hoe and then later up on the White Cliffs told us they could still see us into our 2nd swims but lost sight during our third stints.
Hour 1 (Lucy): Leaping in to the water off the edge of a boat isn't something to look forward to, but i was over the chilliness quick enough on swimming into the beach. After getting out and waving to everyone on the boat, I was off! I thought my first hour went quite slowly, but this wasn't too much of a problem as I was still on a high from the excitement of finally getting to start the swim!
Lucy's first hour was fantastic. We got well away from the cliffs (though they still looked depressingly close for quite a while) and actually managed 2 1/2 miles in that first hour. Then came the first changeover. When Luce had done 45 mins, I (Em) started to get ready: on with the hat, in with the earplugs, Vaseline-d and goggled up and prepared to take over. Claire counted down from 30 seconds and I was asked to sit on the side of the boat, where they had pulled back a little chain covering a gap in the surrounding railings of the boat. When Claire counted down to zero, I jumped in behind Lucy, she swam round to the back of the boat where a big ladder was put down for her to climb out with, and I was told to start. It was quite nippy on first entering, but we had done much worse and I got used to it quite quickly.
Hour 2 (Em): Luce out of the water we quickly got around to preparing her hot drinks and congratulating her on her amazing swim. My first hour went surprisingly quickly; it didn't seem long before Len was saying '10 minutes to go!'. At this point, every time I breathed to the left (towards the boat) I started watching what was going on; I could see Nay getting ready and putting her hat on, off came the tracksuits and then suddenly the chain was back, the ladder was down and she was sitting in the gap waiting to hop in on Claire's queue. Len's whistle went and in she went, I climbed out the ladder (not without difficulty - it's a very steep ladder when you've just been horizontal for an hour) and was able to get a towel, clothes and warm up.
Hour 3(Nay): The thing we noticed about our first swim was how slowly it went by. We all got out of the water complaining how boring it was. It wasn't for how tired we were, but for the lack of human company that we wanted to get out the water. I found this especially true and could not wait to get out the water.
Hour 4(Sarah): Sarah's swim pushed us over a third of the way. We were quickly calculating that we might only have to swim three times each...a classic example of counting chickens before they hatch. Way way before they hatch! During Sarah's hour, unbeknownst to her, she swam within 100m of a giant cruise ship, producing massive swell that had us all clinging on to the boat to dear life!
Hour 5(Lucy): This hour went so much quicker than my first which was quite reassuring. The water felt so warm in the sun and it was a very enjoyable swim!
Exciting news. We were told to wear our glow sticks! Lucy re-Vaselined up and placed the preferred green glow on the top of her head, and two on her hips. Luce's swim coincided with sunset, which was so beautiful! Lucy came out of the water exclaiming that this swim and gone by way faster...good news for our ears!
Hour 6(Em): Complete with glow sticks Em entered the water. Psychologically, we were starting to be worn down. Getting out after our second hour, it dawned on us that next time we got in we'd be doing the most swimming we'd ever done in a contained period of time - in training, we'd only ever done an hour in, an hour out, an hour in. We'd never done the third hour. The idea of getting back in when it was getting so much harder - in fact, pretty impossible - to warm up was not welcoming. The boat was freezing cold and we were getting very tired.
Hour 7(Nay): This time I was prepeared for the boredom. I had selected a wide variety of songs to sing to myself, ranging from Xavier Rudd to Queen, with a bit of Bonnie Tyler thrown in to jazz it up. I was so into my internal singing that I very nearly crashed into the boat twice, and my flow was interrupted with Andy or Gary yelling! Sorry...
Hour 8(Sarah): It was now very dark and so entertainment from people on the boat was very limited...however I found that without the play by play from everyone on the boat the time went so much faster. The water also seemed much warmer as the air temperature was now about 10 degrees colder than the water!! I decided I would need to remember this feeling as motivation for getting in again late at night. I also got beeped at twice for swimming away from the boat shortly after taking the mick of Nay for her inability to swim in a straight line :)
Hour 9(Lucy): Lucy kept up a good pace throughout her hour especially considering all the pressure that was suddenly on to get out of the shipping lanes as fast as possible. However, fatigue was definitely starting to set in. She did all she could in the hour and managed to keep a steady rythym until the hour finally ticked by, though this was probably her most physically and emotionally draining hour.
Hour 10(Em): With Em safely in the water attention turned to helping Lucy out of the water. She looked shattered, bent in half she sat down on the bench in the boat with a very heavy. Slipped, and fell onto the bottom of the boat hitting her head on the side. It suddenly became very serious, it wasn't a bad fall and her head was fine, but the impact of fatigue was playing a big part in how we coped. Soup and hot chocolate was quickly sent for (all courtesy of Gary's cooking) and Lucy was huddled into the warmth to recover from her fantastic stint.
This hour was potentially the most dramatic. Em had overheard Andy tell Gary that we had missed a tidal window and were now having to work against several knots of tide. Em was told to really push this hour. "Every time I breathed left I started to search the boat for any signs that Nay was getting ready, my eyes scouring the boat for the bright green glow sticks which meant that she was preparing to take over. This was a mistake and I tried to think about other things as I knew that it would just make the whole thing go slower but I couldn't help willing her to appear on the side, ready to jump in! My spirits were low and all but crushed when Len called to me from the side of the boat asking me to 'Go faster', as we really needed to make more progress and get out of the shipping lane. This was definitely my low point: being asked to go faster when I was so so tired was like a slap in the face. Of course, Len had no choice as Andy was getting so worried about our position in the shipping lane and, as I found out later on, was beginning to threaten to turn us round and cancel the swim - if we didn't start making progress, he said, we'd stop and go back." - For Em to carry on after this was just amazing. She did so well! Her last 30 mins made a real difference to our pace and distance. Em later said that when Len yelled at her to go faster it was one of the worst moments of her life, but for her to just carry on and push herself was such an inspiration!
Hour 11(Nay): I entered the water with the entire pressure of the swim on my shoulders. If I didn't swim hard enough we would have to abandon the swim, and that guilt was not something I was prepared to live with. I threw myself into the first 20 mins, pumping my arms through the water. It was the hardest swim of my life! I called out to Didge half way through in a pathetic voice that I was 'so tired'.
Sitting in the cabin, I (Em) heard Andy announce to Gary that an hour ago we'd been 1/4 mile off of Cap Griz Nez (where we were aiming to land) and now we were 1 1/2 miles off. We were going backwards! This was not what anyone wanted to hear. In extreme distress I made the ridiculous mistake of sharing the information with Nay when she asked how we were doing on finishing her third hour - needless to say, she burst into tears just as I'd done on finishing my third hour. (I had in fact swum 500 ft in an hour!)
Hour 12(Sarah): I (Nay) had a lot of confidence in Sarah's swimming strength, and was not disappointed! Sarah managed to swim us out of the tide into a calmer and weaker current! I think Sarah was the most positive throughout the whole swim, she was the only one who was not in total despair as she finished her third hour! I listened to her upbeat voice as I huddled in my sleeping bag (often mistaken for just a pile of bags) desperately tying to find some energy reserves in me.
What was really significant about the whole process was how much of a team we really became in the time we were on the boat. Obviously, we'd been a team before, but we'd never quite been as supportive of each other as we were in the actual swim. As soon as the last swimmer would get out and the new take over, the two waiting on the boat would be ready with towels, offering hot drinks, doing whatever they needed to make sure the swimmer that had just finished their stint was alright. One of the most important factors was that you knew someone was watching and encouraging you whilst you swam. We owe a huge debt of thanks to Didge who sat faithfully by the side of the boat, watching our every stroke. This was such a comfort....so thank you!
Hour 13(Lucy): As Lucy got in for her fourth hour and spirits hit rock bottom.We needed to get out of the shipping lane as quickly as possible as the tide was starting to push us sideways up it: something pretty dangerous to be doing in any shipping lane, let alone the busiest in the world. Andy was getting tetchy - travelling sideways up the Channel is not something you're allowed to do in a crossing. You need to be in and out ASAP.
Hour 14(Em):We started having to force ourselves to keep eating; the motion of the boat combined with exhaustion and extreme cold was definitely taking its toll on our psychical and mental states. It took a few motivational words from the rest of the team to get me back in the water for my fourth hour. Andy told me to stay as close to the boat as possible - he 'wouldn't let it hit me' but it would provide me with a bit of protection. However, he took his eye off me and when I got in line with the front of the boat didn't accelerate - I was suddenly in front of the boat. Since I breathe bilaterally I had time to veer a little bit left (probably due to being very tired) before I looked at the boat again on breathing left, and was so confused - I was suddenly on the other side of the boat! I had gone right in fron of the bow and swapped sides. There was panic and stress on the boat while I disappeared and reappeared and was asked to swim round the back to the other side. On asking Len how much time I had left in my hour and hearing 25 minutes, I was feeling RUBBISH. I later learned that Andy was insisting I get out of the water and we cancel the swim - he said sudden change of direction was a sign of exhaustion - but Len battled my case and I stayed in. The good news was that we were out of the tide and finally making reasonable progress again.
Hour 15(N): I would not have been able to get back in unless I had seen Gary change into his wetsuit ready to launch the dinghy (he had to take the dinghy in with the final swimmer, since it was too shallow for the big boat). This was the biggest motivation possible, he told me that it would either be Sarah or I landing! We were going to finish!!! This had come totally out of the blue as Andy has previously been saying that we would having to swim a couple more times each.
In went Nay for her fourth, and suddenly we had passed Cap Griz Nez. We had missed the appropriate window to land on the point - the tides had pushed us past - and so now had to swim in to a beach in a cove past the point.
Sarah went in. Andy started to shine his searchlight on the cliffs, looking for the beach. Excitement rose and spirits too. For the first time, we knew we were going to make it. Every now and then we caught a glimpse of the cliffs, getting ever closer. After half an hour, Sarah approached the beach. Her green glow sticks became dimmer and dimmer to us on the boat as she got further and further away and then - with a little shout of 'She's out, I think she's out' from Len, we heard a yell carry across from the beach - Sarah was standing on France, shouting for joy and, 15 hours and 35 minutes after leaving Dover, we had done it!!!
On the boat texts were sent, calls were made (though it was 5.30am) and group hugs took place. We yelled and shouted and then bombarded Sarah with hugs when she arrived back on the Louise Jane 10 minutes later. A hint of the sun was visible behind the cliffs of France - it was Friday morning, and we had just swum the Channel!
We packed up quickly, put our bags in the storage seats and wrapped up warm. Andy took the weight he'd been towing to slow down the boat off the back, and we went flying off back towards England. Sitting huddled together on the seat in the middle of the boat on the way back, watching France getting further and further away again, we saw the sun rise slowly and talked and celebrated (with party poppers courtesy of Didge!). Len produced a book of songs and we sang for a while as we made our way back and then the noise dissolved into complete quiet as we watched the sunrise in wonder of what we'd just done!
On our approach into the harbour we got out our Cornish flag, put it on a flagpole, and held it above our heads, standing on the seat in the boat, as we entered the harbour walls and saw our parents watching from the inner harbour, yelling and applauding our entry. Lots of hugs ensued and champagne was produced; BBC Radio Cornwall called at 7.50 on the dot and interviewed us live in the harbour. Then it was off to the Premier Inn for full English breakfast and showers!
We parted ways at the Premier Inn; Len and Didge were the first to leave followed by the rest of us. It was a truly amazing morning; we were all so so so tired but so so so happy that we'd finally made it, having overcome so many problems. It was a true team effort - everyone was fantastic - and we can't thank Len and Didge enough for all the help and countless time they've put in to make sure we made it. We definitely wouldn't have without them.
So, for now, it's over... we did it. Donations are still coming in which is amazing; if you'd like to make one you know the website by now... but just in case... http://justgiving.com/trurogirls !
Au revoir...
Luce, Em, Nay and Sarah: L.E.N.S. Team :) xxx
THE SWIM WEEK - Canterbury and Dover
So. Kent. Dover. Channel swimming.
We all met up in Canterbury on Sunday, Lucy and Sarah having come up with Len (in his very exciting rented 1.9 turbo Mondeo... or 'the limousine' as he called it...haha) and Nay and I having made our various ways: I came up on Saturday to see Coldplay at Wembley (amazing) and Nay came up for her grandad's 80th, so we met up and (eventually) found our way to Kent College, Canterbury, where we were staying with the Chaplain and his wife, Paul and Janet Glass. They were both completely lovely and made us feel very relaxed - couldn't really have asked for better hosts.
Monday was spent with a swim and little trip to the white cliffs to survey the challenge. Having all agreed 'it doesn't look too far', we had a mini photoshoot in our new matching L.E.N.S. Team tracksuits which had been awaiting us at the chaplain's house, courtesy of Campus Clothing. The weather was lovely and sunny and we were all in pretty good spirits.
So things were going well, the swim was on for Tuesday... and then suddenly the chaos began. Len got a call from Andy the boat pilot and announced to us, there and then on the White Cliffs of Dover, that he wanted us to come down to the marina for a chat - there was a possibility we could swim THAT afternoon. Needless to say we all made the mistake of getting ridiculously hopeful. We were all happy and excited and would have loved the chance to get the swim out of the way. However, on driving down to Dover Marina and climbing aboard Louise Jane (Andy's boat), the weather forecast was updated : there were strong winds coming in and suddenly the possibility of going that afternoon was off. However, this wasn't the only problem. The winds were going to last through the next day too - scrapping our plans for a Tuesday swim.
The emotional rollercoaster had begun! We went from excited to nervous to annoyed to angry to hugely dissapointed in the space of an hour. Andy told us that it was looking most likely that we'd do a Thursday 2am swim instead - something which none of us had accounted for. Chaos broke loose; parents had to reshuffle work and frantically organise plans - plus, my mum had to drive all the way back to Cornwall to do work cover to try and make it possible to come back up for Thursday.
So it was off to Sainsbury's to stock up on supplies for the swim and prezzies for our lovely hosts and then to Folkestone for a quick acclimatisation dip in the sea. This was an interesting experience. The water wasn't abnormally cold but the waves were very different; much closer together and sharper and just generally more annoying to swim in. We were only in for about 15 minutes to get used to the general feel of it before hopping out and driving back to Canterbury, where we had boarders' tea in Kent College and then off to bed nice and early after watching a few re-runs on the Glass' TV.
Tuesday was something else. I think we were all starting to feel the pressure of the ups and downs. This wasn't suprising considering a call from Len to Andy resulted in the pretty soul-destroying news that Thursday's weather was looking bad and Friday was now more likely. We could all see our swim being pushed further and further back by the day and though we started to joke with the Glasses about still being in their home in a month's time, we were all definitely feeling the strain. After lunch and a walk round Canterbury with a bit of shopping, we met up with Jim (Sarah's dad) and were off to Hythe for another swim. This one will definitely always be remembered for 'the tantrum', i.e. Nay standing on the beach, arms folded, refusing to get in and holding that 'it wasn't going to make the slightest bit of difference'. This pretty much summarised how the whole team felt... vibes were not good.
However, as always, things brightened up a bit post-swim and, with a slightly rosier outlook, we returned to Kent College for tea followed by many news-relaying phone calls and a viewing of The Little Mermaid (we'd all forgotten its amazingness!) followed by the latest episode of Ugly Betty which, happily, the Chaplain also followed (as well as Nay and I).
I think Wednesday was the day when the tides turned (pun intended). After a morning swim at Hythe where Len grew up and learned to swim, we visited Canterbury Cathedral, ran round Canterbury looking for a spare swimming hat, and then received the best news of the week and probably the last few months: Andy was taking the solo swimmer (who had the window preceding ours) out that afternoon at 2pm and so, IF THE WEATHER HELD, we'd be swimming the Channel on Thursday... at 2pm.
So, with an almost concrete date, we trooped off back to the Glass' and had time to watch The Lion King 1 1/2 (hmmmm) before having tea and getting ready for bed. The plan was to stay up til around midnight, which would make us sleep late and so hopefully give us enough energy to last through til the early hours of Friday, as required for the crossing. Our means of staying up late was a music game courtesy of Sarah's laptop, at which I caned, thank you very much.
And so, The Swim... to be continued.
Em xxx
We all met up in Canterbury on Sunday, Lucy and Sarah having come up with Len (in his very exciting rented 1.9 turbo Mondeo... or 'the limousine' as he called it...haha) and Nay and I having made our various ways: I came up on Saturday to see Coldplay at Wembley (amazing) and Nay came up for her grandad's 80th, so we met up and (eventually) found our way to Kent College, Canterbury, where we were staying with the Chaplain and his wife, Paul and Janet Glass. They were both completely lovely and made us feel very relaxed - couldn't really have asked for better hosts.
Monday was spent with a swim and little trip to the white cliffs to survey the challenge. Having all agreed 'it doesn't look too far', we had a mini photoshoot in our new matching L.E.N.S. Team tracksuits which had been awaiting us at the chaplain's house, courtesy of Campus Clothing. The weather was lovely and sunny and we were all in pretty good spirits.
So things were going well, the swim was on for Tuesday... and then suddenly the chaos began. Len got a call from Andy the boat pilot and announced to us, there and then on the White Cliffs of Dover, that he wanted us to come down to the marina for a chat - there was a possibility we could swim THAT afternoon. Needless to say we all made the mistake of getting ridiculously hopeful. We were all happy and excited and would have loved the chance to get the swim out of the way. However, on driving down to Dover Marina and climbing aboard Louise Jane (Andy's boat), the weather forecast was updated : there were strong winds coming in and suddenly the possibility of going that afternoon was off. However, this wasn't the only problem. The winds were going to last through the next day too - scrapping our plans for a Tuesday swim.
The emotional rollercoaster had begun! We went from excited to nervous to annoyed to angry to hugely dissapointed in the space of an hour. Andy told us that it was looking most likely that we'd do a Thursday 2am swim instead - something which none of us had accounted for. Chaos broke loose; parents had to reshuffle work and frantically organise plans - plus, my mum had to drive all the way back to Cornwall to do work cover to try and make it possible to come back up for Thursday.
So it was off to Sainsbury's to stock up on supplies for the swim and prezzies for our lovely hosts and then to Folkestone for a quick acclimatisation dip in the sea. This was an interesting experience. The water wasn't abnormally cold but the waves were very different; much closer together and sharper and just generally more annoying to swim in. We were only in for about 15 minutes to get used to the general feel of it before hopping out and driving back to Canterbury, where we had boarders' tea in Kent College and then off to bed nice and early after watching a few re-runs on the Glass' TV.
Tuesday was something else. I think we were all starting to feel the pressure of the ups and downs. This wasn't suprising considering a call from Len to Andy resulted in the pretty soul-destroying news that Thursday's weather was looking bad and Friday was now more likely. We could all see our swim being pushed further and further back by the day and though we started to joke with the Glasses about still being in their home in a month's time, we were all definitely feeling the strain. After lunch and a walk round Canterbury with a bit of shopping, we met up with Jim (Sarah's dad) and were off to Hythe for another swim. This one will definitely always be remembered for 'the tantrum', i.e. Nay standing on the beach, arms folded, refusing to get in and holding that 'it wasn't going to make the slightest bit of difference'. This pretty much summarised how the whole team felt... vibes were not good.
However, as always, things brightened up a bit post-swim and, with a slightly rosier outlook, we returned to Kent College for tea followed by many news-relaying phone calls and a viewing of The Little Mermaid (we'd all forgotten its amazingness!) followed by the latest episode of Ugly Betty which, happily, the Chaplain also followed (as well as Nay and I).
I think Wednesday was the day when the tides turned (pun intended). After a morning swim at Hythe where Len grew up and learned to swim, we visited Canterbury Cathedral, ran round Canterbury looking for a spare swimming hat, and then received the best news of the week and probably the last few months: Andy was taking the solo swimmer (who had the window preceding ours) out that afternoon at 2pm and so, IF THE WEATHER HELD, we'd be swimming the Channel on Thursday... at 2pm.
So, with an almost concrete date, we trooped off back to the Glass' and had time to watch The Lion King 1 1/2 (hmmmm) before having tea and getting ready for bed. The plan was to stay up til around midnight, which would make us sleep late and so hopefully give us enough energy to last through til the early hours of Friday, as required for the crossing. Our means of staying up late was a music game courtesy of Sarah's laptop, at which I caned, thank you very much.
And so, The Swim... to be continued.
Em xxx
Thursday, 17 September 2009
Training at night!
Hello!
So since our swim has been delayed so much (aargh) we've had to keep up this training, and as it's being delayed later into the winter, the nights are rolling in faster. Therefore we're going to be swimming in the dark for longer than expected. So, using the extra time, we decided to practice our swimming in the dark. The place: Swanpool. The time: 8 (ish).
It was a pretty swift entry: we arrvied, glowsticks were attached, Len dissapeared into the darkness of the sea, and the four of us were faced with entering through some big waves... in the dark. The accompanying boat this time was Len's little dinghy. Faced with the waves, we all thought that we'd end up doing a spot of lifesaving on him. Miraculously he made it out and with his flash light on his head guided our way like a star. We set off towards him.
Our aim was to swim towards Pendennis Castle, without getting caught up on the reef near the cliffs. Everything was going swimmingly (haha) until I realised I (Nay) couldn't actually see the others any more. Like the others I was heading for Pendennis, but at a slightly different angle... obviously. After a couple of cries of "Len...guys...um...where are you?" we re-grouped. This continued to happen throughout the swim. Much to Len and Sarah's dread, as we were coming back into Swanpool Lucy, Em and I seemed to be heading right to the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. We all knew where we were going but Sarah, not realising this, felt the need perform a baywatch-type run down the beach to rescue us!
Swimming at night is so different. It's just so weird. You have no concept of how fast you're going, where you are in relation to anything else, and the most frustrating thing is not knowing whether your goggles have fogged up or it's just a bit cloudy. It really does take a lot of concentration.
Len was very pleased with this swim though. We were all amazing haha! Well Done guys. The news now is that we're to set sail for Dover (not literally!) on Sunday to be swimming on Tuesday. So please cross all your fingers for us that it goes to plan!
Lots of Love
Nay (on behalf of LENS Team) xxx
So since our swim has been delayed so much (aargh) we've had to keep up this training, and as it's being delayed later into the winter, the nights are rolling in faster. Therefore we're going to be swimming in the dark for longer than expected. So, using the extra time, we decided to practice our swimming in the dark. The place: Swanpool. The time: 8 (ish).
It was a pretty swift entry: we arrvied, glowsticks were attached, Len dissapeared into the darkness of the sea, and the four of us were faced with entering through some big waves... in the dark. The accompanying boat this time was Len's little dinghy. Faced with the waves, we all thought that we'd end up doing a spot of lifesaving on him. Miraculously he made it out and with his flash light on his head guided our way like a star. We set off towards him.
Our aim was to swim towards Pendennis Castle, without getting caught up on the reef near the cliffs. Everything was going swimmingly (haha) until I realised I (Nay) couldn't actually see the others any more. Like the others I was heading for Pendennis, but at a slightly different angle... obviously. After a couple of cries of "Len...guys...um...where are you?" we re-grouped. This continued to happen throughout the swim. Much to Len and Sarah's dread, as we were coming back into Swanpool Lucy, Em and I seemed to be heading right to the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. We all knew where we were going but Sarah, not realising this, felt the need perform a baywatch-type run down the beach to rescue us!
Swimming at night is so different. It's just so weird. You have no concept of how fast you're going, where you are in relation to anything else, and the most frustrating thing is not knowing whether your goggles have fogged up or it's just a bit cloudy. It really does take a lot of concentration.
Len was very pleased with this swim though. We were all amazing haha! Well Done guys. The news now is that we're to set sail for Dover (not literally!) on Sunday to be swimming on Tuesday. So please cross all your fingers for us that it goes to plan!
Lots of Love
Nay (on behalf of LENS Team) xxx
Friday, 11 September 2009
Donations, Swims and Wind
Three bits of news here!
First of all, sponsorship is still coming in which is awesome. We're pretty much on track for around £8000 which is amazing considering all the complications we've hit. So thanks so much to everyone for that.
Secondly, we're still training (of course) - been travelling round the coast getting in swims in Falmouth and all around really. All going well with that even though the sea does seem to be getting a tad colder...
Thirdly, WIND. SO ANNOYING. There's a strong easterly wind up in Dover which means that, when we were meant to be leaving this Sunday for a swim on Tuesday, we are now probably gonna be leaving on Wednesday - maybe for a swim on Friday. We'll see though and keep you posted.
Goes without saying that we all want to get it over with now, it's been dragging on way too long... though we still WANT to do it of course, but it's pretty hard to have a life/ do A Levels when we've got a Channel swimming looming and constantly being pushed back! Organisation is taking a serious hit...
More soon
Em xxx
First of all, sponsorship is still coming in which is awesome. We're pretty much on track for around £8000 which is amazing considering all the complications we've hit. So thanks so much to everyone for that.
Secondly, we're still training (of course) - been travelling round the coast getting in swims in Falmouth and all around really. All going well with that even though the sea does seem to be getting a tad colder...
Thirdly, WIND. SO ANNOYING. There's a strong easterly wind up in Dover which means that, when we were meant to be leaving this Sunday for a swim on Tuesday, we are now probably gonna be leaving on Wednesday - maybe for a swim on Friday. We'll see though and keep you posted.
Goes without saying that we all want to get it over with now, it's been dragging on way too long... though we still WANT to do it of course, but it's pretty hard to have a life/ do A Levels when we've got a Channel swimming looming and constantly being pushed back! Organisation is taking a serious hit...
More soon
Em xxx
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Good and Bad News...
This has been a really, really emotional week!
The chaos began on the way back from Porstmouth, when Len received a call from Richie saying that we had encountered a problem and that the French coastguards might block our swim as we were an 'unorthodox crossing' (doing it with the Navy and not with the CSPF or CSA - the two Channel swimming federations. Some of you will know that we've already had a fairly nasty experience with the former of these two which ended in us going back to an early suggestion of crossing with the Navy - the HMS Trumpeter and its Captain, Richie Gray.). However, Richie was on the case and working his socks off to sort it out for us. What followed was the most painful wait of our lives which stretched on for two days, with news trickling in so slowly that we were becoming more and more worried.
Finally, Friday brought a text from Len asking us to assemble at the pool for a chat. None of us were prepared to hear that the HMS Trumpeter could no longer accompany us across the Channel. The government is in the process of passing legislation to block all future Channel crossings as they are 'too dangerous' and the coastguards feel they have lost control of the numbers attempting the crossing, which means that the Navy cannot do any Channel crossings as this would be going against the government's future plans. We are hugely indebted to Richie who worked for 2 days flat to try and turn the tables on this one, but to no avail.
However, WE ARE STILL GOING TO SWIM THE CHANNEL. Len got in touch with a pilot from the CSA who was extremely helpful and said he could take us across (for no small fee) and has given us the window of the 15TH-24TH SEPTEMBER. This is a bit later than our original crossing of 11th-16th September and has caused chaos logistics (and school-)-wise, but we are going ahead with it since we all feel we absolutely cannot go with the alternative options. These were either to swim next year with the CSA, to do a different swimming challenge (Richie would help us with this) or not to swim at all. The first would mean a whole other year of training to get in the way of A-Levels when we have already sacrificed a year so far; the second would just not be same as the Channel; the third would just be ridiculous considering how much we want to do this and how much support, in sponsorship or otherwise, we've already been given. Swimming with the CSA means a lot less of the comfort that the Navy would have provided, including no actual meals during the crossing (only snacks) and the fact that we now have to follow the strict CSA rules including that if one of us gets really tired / feels ill etc we cannot get out and change the swimmer / change the order of swimmers for any reason or our swim will not count as an official crossing.
We are all gutted that we can't be making this crossing with Richie and his crew considering how immensely helpful and lovely they've been and how amazingly hard they've worked to try and make it happen. However, we're still swimming and that's the important thing, even if the cost is hefty and inhibits the total we're raising for charity; we are still already beating our target of £6000, so hopefully with one last push before next Sunday we can undo some of the damage.
This has been a painful learning curve for all involved but we are still swimming and that's the most important thing; we now just need to keep training for another week and do it!
Love
Em on behalf of L.E.N.S. Team xxx
The chaos began on the way back from Porstmouth, when Len received a call from Richie saying that we had encountered a problem and that the French coastguards might block our swim as we were an 'unorthodox crossing' (doing it with the Navy and not with the CSPF or CSA - the two Channel swimming federations. Some of you will know that we've already had a fairly nasty experience with the former of these two which ended in us going back to an early suggestion of crossing with the Navy - the HMS Trumpeter and its Captain, Richie Gray.). However, Richie was on the case and working his socks off to sort it out for us. What followed was the most painful wait of our lives which stretched on for two days, with news trickling in so slowly that we were becoming more and more worried.
Finally, Friday brought a text from Len asking us to assemble at the pool for a chat. None of us were prepared to hear that the HMS Trumpeter could no longer accompany us across the Channel. The government is in the process of passing legislation to block all future Channel crossings as they are 'too dangerous' and the coastguards feel they have lost control of the numbers attempting the crossing, which means that the Navy cannot do any Channel crossings as this would be going against the government's future plans. We are hugely indebted to Richie who worked for 2 days flat to try and turn the tables on this one, but to no avail.
However, WE ARE STILL GOING TO SWIM THE CHANNEL. Len got in touch with a pilot from the CSA who was extremely helpful and said he could take us across (for no small fee) and has given us the window of the 15TH-24TH SEPTEMBER. This is a bit later than our original crossing of 11th-16th September and has caused chaos logistics (and school-)-wise, but we are going ahead with it since we all feel we absolutely cannot go with the alternative options. These were either to swim next year with the CSA, to do a different swimming challenge (Richie would help us with this) or not to swim at all. The first would mean a whole other year of training to get in the way of A-Levels when we have already sacrificed a year so far; the second would just not be same as the Channel; the third would just be ridiculous considering how much we want to do this and how much support, in sponsorship or otherwise, we've already been given. Swimming with the CSA means a lot less of the comfort that the Navy would have provided, including no actual meals during the crossing (only snacks) and the fact that we now have to follow the strict CSA rules including that if one of us gets really tired / feels ill etc we cannot get out and change the swimmer / change the order of swimmers for any reason or our swim will not count as an official crossing.
We are all gutted that we can't be making this crossing with Richie and his crew considering how immensely helpful and lovely they've been and how amazingly hard they've worked to try and make it happen. However, we're still swimming and that's the important thing, even if the cost is hefty and inhibits the total we're raising for charity; we are still already beating our target of £6000, so hopefully with one last push before next Sunday we can undo some of the damage.
This has been a painful learning curve for all involved but we are still swimming and that's the most important thing; we now just need to keep training for another week and do it!
Love
Em on behalf of L.E.N.S. Team xxx
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