I cross the Kessock Bridge from the Black Isle to the Highlands city of Inverness several times each week, by car, bike and on foot – and looking down on the dark waters of the Beauly Firth I could never have imagined it was possible to swim from the south to the north shore.
I wasn’t even sure I would like to attempt such a feat, given the look of the tides and currents and the thought of the cold sea water.
