Poet of Penzance

Accidental poet Katrina Naomi shares her creative practice and how swimming helps her out of her head and into her body

I’m writing this mid-November with a hot water bottle stuffed inside my cardy. It’s the first time this season that I’ve noticed my fingers fumbling with the zip of my anorak after a swim (yes, sea swimming in winter is a highly glamorous business) and I need my fingers for writing, as well as for swimming.