The Swimmers

It started with one swimmer, Moira, who has gone into the loch every Saturday since her husband died. By the spring there were thirty of them, and most had stopped noticing the camera.

I shot the whole year on one body and one lens, with a cheap housing for the days I went in too. The water was four degrees in January. My hands were the problem, not the film.

“You don’t get used to the cold. You get used to wanting it.”

Moira, 71