By Richard Nelsson
Geting ready to swim across Derwentwater
Ater clipping my Crocs into a bundle of tow-loats, I make a inal adjustment to the waist belts, and start to wade into the clear waters of the lake – only to be met by a barrage of mockery from my fellow swimmers. “hey’re an insult to shoes,” “you look like a floating rag ‘n’ bone man” and “get a bloody move on”. I pretend not to hear and we all pull down our goggles, shallow dive into a squally Derwentwater and start heading down its western shore.