Ricky Holmes’ English Channel relay

Bluetit swimmers are now taking on the Channel in relay crossings. One swimmer, Ricky Holmes, shares his story and how he came to dive into the English Channel

Swimming has been a constant in my life. While I never swam competitively, I found joy in regular pool sessions. In my mid-40s, I was diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. My wife, having read about the benefits of cold water, encouraged me to give it a try. One October morning, I ventured out for my first dip. After, I swore I’d never do it again. However, as the day went on, I noticed subtle improvements in my mood and energy. Encouraged, I decided to try again.

That decision marked the beginning of an incredible journey. It also introduced me to my swim buddy, Mary, and the Bluetits Chill Swimmers community. Over the next few years, I progressed from short dips to longer swims, setting personal challenges and extending my distance in open water. One of the most rewarding aspects of being part of the Bluetits was the connections I made with swimmers across the UK. Their stories inspired me, none more so than Makala Jones, who went on to complete a solo English Channel crossing. In support of her, Mary and I swam 21 miles over 21 days to raise awareness of her attempt.

Soon after, conversations began around forming a relay team. In June 2024, Bluetit 1 completed their swim, which inspired me to be part of Bluetit 2. Our six-person team included three from Northern Ireland and three from Wales. Waiting for our swim window in Deal, this June, the anticipation was palpable. When we got the call the mood was a mix of excitement, nervous energy, and relief.

Under cover of darkness, we made our way to Samphire Hoe. I had been nominated to start the swim. I jumped in, swam to shore, cleared the water, and began the first hour of our relay at 11.07pm. Swimming in the dark beside a boat felt isolating, perhaps the loneliest place I had ever experienced, but spotting the next swimmer preparing to take over brought comfort. After that first leg, I returned to the boat feeling shocked and emotionally drained. I rested, ate, and prepared for the next turn. Swims two and three were far more enjoyable, aside from the occasional jellyfish.

After my third swim, I believed I was done for the day. However, the Channel had other plans. Progress stalled with the changing tides, and despite the shoreline being in sight, we weren’t moving fast enough. I prepared myself mentally for a fourth swim. Though exhausted, I drew on a deep reserve of determination I hadn’t known I had. That final leg turned out to be my strongest. When the dinghy approached, I knew the finish was close.

As the final changeover took place, I was told to keep swimming. Shortly after, I felt the surf break against my back, and a few strokes later, I walked onto French soil. The mixture of emotions were overwhelming. We completed the relay in 19 hours and 7 minutes. While we didn’t set any records, we achieved something unforgettable together.