Well. It was not a small delight to discover Brixham, a small fishing town west of Torquay. I had imagined it would be akin to many British coastal towns I have visited, with murky water and touristy eateries. I was wrong. It was off-season; Christmas in fact: quiet, cold, clean and tranquil. As it’s on a hillside it is nigh impossible to stay somewhere without stunning views of the harbour and the bay. Knowing it was such, and that it was deep dark winter, I wasn’t expecting to like it quite so much and I certainly wasn’t expecting to swim. However, during a cold morning walk I came upon a small section of pebbled beach with clear water and I couldn’t resist. I hesitated, as I undressed in trepidation (mostly feeling bashful and foolish at going
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