Six solitary souls patrol the border between sand and sea. Between the comfort of warm clothes and the distress of unprotected immersion, they may be forays close to the edge, but with a comfortable retreat. It’s good to see them here.

Like the edge of a precipice, that boundary calls to me like some deranged version of ‘the grass (water) is greener on the other side’. Surely it would not be so bad being tossed to and fro in that stormy sea and a real connection with being alive in the world.

For now my only excuse is that I can’t fly a drone while swimming …