Howard suggested I bring my swim stuff when I visited for New Year, and indeed I had already thought of this. When I actually turned up with my wetsuit etc he back-pedalled and asked if I was serious. I was.
New Year's Eve was bright and cold, and a swim seemed like the perfect way to say goodbye and Up Yours to the outbound year, so Howard drove me to Weymouth and guarded my clothes while I paddled up and down for ten minutes.
I quickly went from "I don't want to swim where PEOPLE can SEE me what if someone SHOUTS at me what if they LOOK AT ME FUNNY?" to cruising parallel with the promenade, waving at dog-walkers.
This time of year there's a lot of dressing and undressing, preparing flasks of Ribena, rinsing out neoprene and so on for not much time in the water. Worth it for the glow, though.