Tweet Oui, it’s true (sort of). Not quite clambering up onto the beaches of Calais, but the combined efforts of Esther (9), Martha (7), Mishkin (5, a negligible contributor who would’t even wear his Swim22 hat), Dad and Mum (age undisclosed), we have completed our 22 miles, 1,416 lengths of swimming and our fundraising target…

Tweet Before you think I have gone all self-satisfied and blasé about swimming the Channel… au contraire (see how I am getting more Gallic as we close in on the French coast?), here at Diabetes UK HQ we have put on our baker’s aprons for the Great British Swim22 Bake Off Cake Sale. It doesn’t take…

So, this was the week the wheels, or should that be water wings, fell off. Much like the initial weeks you join a gym, newbie enthusiasm can sometimes give way to mid-term inertia. Welcome to my world. With the wife and kids on holiday in France for Easter, yours truly descended into a spiral of what…

Tweet I was ready for the mileage, I was ready for the chilly changing rooms, I was ready to wear a obscenely tight rubber hat… but clearly what I wasn’t ready for was the kill or be killed culture of swimming lane politics. Where my relatively sedate Swim22 tootling in the local pool meets my…

Tweet It’s a date So after a long weekend in a blisteringly cold, but highly enjoyable, Berlin, it’s time to dive back into Swim22. Another day, another pool, this time the wife and I have left the kids with Granny to nail some lengths at Clapham Manor pool. Nicer changing rooms than Brixton, but busier…

Tweet Why am I here? I am standing dripping wet in Brixton Recreation Centre’s chilly changing rooms wondering quite how this happened? There I was a few weeks back sitting in a meeting at Diabetes UK HQ talking about the charity’s big Spring fundraising and fitness promotion, Swim22 and, before I knew it, I have…