Two 'half mad' Limerick dads are to brave freezing temperatures in a Russian lake in the hope of earning a top place at the forthcoming ice swimming World Championships, run by the International Ice Swimming Association (IISA).
One morning three weeks ago, in the Okanagan Valley in the Canadian Rockies, my wife and I woke in our son’s makeshift but comfortable camper van and looked out to see, between us and distant snow-capped mountains, a vast lake glittering and winking in the sun.
“Recovery is ongoing. I have a brain injury, I am a quarter blind in both eyes, I have vertigo, a damaged left knee and right ankle, reduced hearing in my left ear and also had a damaged coccyx. But I never give up.”
WALKING a bohreen above the sea last week, on a day that was dull, but warm — intermittent patches of bright sunlight, a pearl grey blanket overhead, and heavy heat beneath — I suddenly found a half dozen butterflies zipping madcap around me at a rate approaching the speed of bats.