Need a little adrenaline in your life? May I suggest you search out your nearest tall rock (one with water below it, please) and hurl yourself off it.
As someone who gets jittery on the tops of tallish buildings I’m not the first person you’d think of when imagining a cliffjumping enthusiast, but an enthusiast I most definitely am. A few years ago I was surfing in Pembrokeshire near the Blue Lagoon (which has a pretty self explanatory name) and couldn’t resist jumping from the smallest of several cliffs. It was only about seven feet high, but I found the rush of cold blue water rushing up to meet me totally addictive.
Since then I’ve cliffjumped in a few places when I’ve been surfing – by far the best was the beach by Tintagel, in Cornwall. The water is a deep turquoise green and the cove is towered over by the remains of a castle that supposedly was the birthplace of King Arthur. There’s even a waterfall when the tide is right. Here too there are various smaller rocks and larger cliffs to jump off, making it safe for beginners as well as those who are a little braver.
You can, of course, get taught to cliff jump – go coasteering and you’ll be provided with a wetsuit, attractive helmet and guide, which I’d recommend if you’re nervous. But as long as you’re careful, cliff jumping is fine done freestyle.
Take basic precautions – don’t go alone, wear a wetsuit as deep water is cold (even in summer months), never jump from a height you’re unhappy with, make sure the water below you is free from rocks and obstructions, and jump straight and tall, with your legs together and your arms by your sides. It’s perfect for getting rid of the winter blues, I promise.