6th Belugas Lorne Winter Pier to Pub
It’s a pilgrimage known to most now: the annual Winter Pier to Pub. In groups of four or five we transcended the Great Ocean Road and descended upon Lorne.
The temperature was nine degrees. There were clouds- grey in nature, and indeed a light sun shower. In usual tradition, when the commencement of the swim was imminent the clouds parted and the sun shone. Waves pounded. Perhaps a metre high rendering the usual entry via the boat ramp precarious. Instead we entered via the pier.
In pairs we hurled ourselves over the edge- airborne for a moment before an abrupt, freezing plunge into deep cold water.
In that moment the air was ripped from my chest and a stabbing pain stung my throat. The cold water grabbed at my exposed digits- strangling them for any warmth they held. In that moment I questioned why I had again consented but surrounded by blue bubbles and next to Raoul it seemed the only way forward was towards the pub.
Accompanied by sea gulls and surfers we bobbed along. Once acclimatised the reason for participating becomes apparent. Wrapped in the cool water, emerged in a sea of bubbles, surrounded by blue and green there is a strange sense of tranquility. A familiar rhythm takes over the arms and legs as they turn and kick to propel us towards the beach. Upon arrival any sense of tranquility evaporated as the pounding waves crashed down upon us throwing us towards the shore. And there we were. 21 Belugas- beached and cold!
Yet again Qdos warmed us and fed us- now the familiar finale to our Winter Adventures. Our thanks to Gill and her staff for their hospitality. Our thanks also to the kookaburra for not stealing anyone’s lunch.
This year we welcomed first-timers Antony, Emily, Owen, John, Peter and Richard to our adventures- congratulations on surviving the icy journey! Commendations must also go to Antony, Anthony, Ken, Kirsty, Paul and Raoul who braved the water in togs only! Thank you everyone for a wonderful day…. 364 sleeps until our next Winter Pier to Pub!
