Being one of those people who embraces change a little too much, never wanting to go to the same place twice I embarked on a photographic documentation of the Llyns of Snowdonia a year or so ago. I am a swimmer with little interest in distance, times, nor temperatures, so I embarked on a journey with no rules, purely wanting to explore all the bodies of water in the hills.
I have just passed my 100th swim / dip / exploration. I use that term because on occasion I reach some lakes and coin the phase ‘not all lakes are lovely’, I mean who wants to ‘swim’ in in 6 inches of stinking, stagnant swamp water? But that said I may dip my feet, there is also something wonderful about feeling the silkness of churned up mulch between your toes.
Here’s a few of my favourites, they get that status for many reasons. Some have that gin, clear infinity or luscious blue Mediterranean water, others I have memories of beautiful play of light, feisty waves in in the fine Welsh weather or even just great company!