The day I began this book, in the first week of May, I took my inaugural 2005 dip in the Hampstead Heath Ladies’ Pond. After a sprightly thrash among the mallards I congratulated myself on tackling the 54-degree water and returned briskly home to snuggle in front of an unseasonal fire with Lynne Cox. And then I realised what an unutterable weed I am.
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