Naturhythm

Neither a sunbeam nor a swallow makes spring, even on the Mediterranean shore and by a perfect sunny weather, although it is always an invitation to undress. But here, with an ambient temperature changing from 8 to 16°C in the course of the day, and a sea water temperature probably below 15°C, naturism would be more a mere communion with nature than downright nudism, for fear of catching a pneumonia.


Therefore, covered with a fine half-body water-proof outfit (thank you Decathlon!), I brought out for the first time my sea-kayak, during a short visit on the Tuscan coasts. Even so, sitting down in the kayak with ankles and calves in icy water, is not that easy. I had to paddle frantically for ten minutes to get rid of this cold feeling and rediscover the unspeakable pleasure of an absolutely deserted spot of sea, except for some fishermen ensconced in thick overcoats, but obviously also in love with nature.


A littoral without boats, noises, or nuisances, with seagull getting back all their territory and patrolling the beaches, the water changing from blue to green depending on its transparency and the reflections of the sky.... The scenery was the same as in summer, but gave the strange feeling that time stopped, and that the world was deserted.


I had to row for more than one hour before finding a small creek, where, sheltered from the wind, I finally dared to venture on the beach, nude. The air was sharp but my body adapted quickly. Nevertheless, I though it better not to stay for too long, because the sirocco was blowing, whipping my skin with every gust.


Coming back was a more difficult journey, for the wind was blowing to my face, slowing down my course, and a choppy sea lapped against my kayak, making me feel as I was going up the steps of a staircase. Then, having left the shelter of the shore, the last half hour of paddling was quite sportive, with a swell which started to grow. I had to fight relentlessly against large waves. Fortunately, I had put on the skirt which ensured a minimum of sealing around the kayak, avoiding me a permanent cold bath…



I was back after three long hours of sustained effort. More than ever, joining Nature is not an easy task, but it is still worth the try.