On day 6 of our holiday, I looked out of the balcony window to see that there had been an immense storm the night before. However, the weather was fine so I walked down to the beach. When I got there, the sea was this horrible brown colour, and full of sediment. I couldn't make out what it was, and having heard that the Andalusian authorities were suing a company for dumping radioactive pollution in the sea, there was no way I was getting in there! I watched the sea all day and it didn't change so unfortunately I could not swim that day.
Next day, day 7, I got up to see a beautiful, cloudless, windless day. However, when I looked at the sea, I couldn't believe it. It was incredibly rough. I was getting really annoyed now. Radioactive yesterday, rougher than Aldeburgh in January today! I didn't care, I was getting in for a swim.
Arriving down on the beach, I just couldn't get my head round things. There was no wind, it was warm and sunny but why was the sea so rough? I didn't understand it. Anyway, I got undressed, put my hat and goggles on, and pondered whether I was doing the right thing. The noise from the sea was ferocious. Tentatively, I got into the water and started to swim.
I have learnt to respect the sea, but not to fear it. "I've swum the channel" I thought. "Nothing to fear here. Just keep swimming". They say that you don't see the one that get's you. But I saw this bugger. 1-2-3 breathe right, there's Beccy on the beach. 1-2-3 breathe left, and there it was. A wall of water heading towards me from the left. It was reminiscent of the wave in the hit film The Poseidon Adventure. "I'm going to just ignore it" I thought. Yea, right. It was way above my head, and smashed into the left hand side of my body and face. It sucked me under, down to the bottom of the seabed. The force was just incredible, immense. My left goggle lifted off my head, my hat lifted up and I inhaled a complete noseful of Andalusian seawater through my nose and down my throat. Eventually, the wave passed and I bobbed to the surface with one eye in my goggle, the other out. "What the F#~k happened there?" I thought. I didn't know what day of the week it was. I had been in for no more than 5 minutes, and swum about 300 Metres, but that was enough.
Above: Before the wave got me!
I headed for shore, in an attempt to get my bearings and try to breath again. However, as I got to the beach, I was hit from behind again, and was washed up onto the beach very unceremoniously.