After a painful breakup and the death of her father, one writer retreated to the coast of Brittany in winter where she tested the powerful effects of a daily swim in the icy sea
On my birthday last year, 6 October, my boyfriend and I split up, after almost a decade together. We were driving back from a holiday in Maine, a last chance to find a way to make it work. We had a lovely time; it didn’t change anything.
“We can’t …” “It’s not …” “We don’t …”
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