I have been prompted to post this because of what happened the other day, with the drowning of the four parents in the sea off the Western Algarve. I think we can all be much too brave in the sea at times and it can be deadly place to be when things go wrong.
I know there is lifeguard station on Arillas beach and, being a newcomer, I have no idea how often it is manned. I think I saw someone sitting on the lookout, twice during the two weeks I was there. The sea at Arillas is very shallow and is a safe as you can probably get for children, but the shallowness also means that you have to go out a long way to have a decent swim, and this could be dangerous if there are any underlying currents.
The jetty has had my wife and I worried when we have seen children diving from it close to the rocks. I am sure that the local children are used to diving in from there and generations ( including Dimitris, Marino etc) have done it for years. What bothered me was seeing youngsters who were on holiday diving in and some who were less confident being egged on. Has there ever been any incidents?
I would also like to pass on two things that happened last year in Kefalonia. The beach we go on near Skala is very quiet due to it mainly being used by naturists. I have swam there for quite a few years.
One day last year I was having a swim and gone quite a long way out. Without any warning the sea started to get quite rough and as I was getting tired I decided to swim back to shore. For some reason the currents had changed and no matter how hard I swam ( I am not the strongest of swimmers) I could not get closer to the shore. I was out of my depth and was knackered, and the only person on the beach was Helen who was too far away to hear me shout. I can honestly say that I was panic stricken and just tried to swim harder and my head kept going under. I really thought that my time was up.
Something told me to tread water and to relax and I suddenly realised that if I swam along the beach instead of to the shore I would reach a sand bank that would allow me to get my feet on the bottom. I cannot really describe the feeling of how I felt trying to reach the sandbank but I never ever want to feel it again. I did manage to get my feet on the bottom and staggered to the shore and when I got back I thought I was going to have a heart attack due to the speed my heart was beating.
I will never swim on my own again and go a long way off shore.
The next day we were on the same part of the beach and a small motor boat with a man and two boys on board stopped about 30 metres from the shore. They started to swim and must have decided to swim ashore. We suddenly heard shouts of help from the two lads and I realised that they were in the same situation as I had been in the day before. I had to grab my trunks and go into the water. Then, it was decision time as to what I did. I am not a good swimmer, and after the day before, I did not want to risk drowning again. I waded in as far as I could and shouted to them to swim to the left where the sandbank was, and it was then I realised that it was the dad who was in difficulty and the two lads ( ages about 8 and 10) were helping him.
They did reach the beach and the chap was violently sick and just layed still for about 30 minutes. He didn't want me to contact anyone because I would imagine his wife would have gone mad.
I am sorry to have gone on so much but I learned a lot on those two days, and they were things that I should have been programmed into my brain forty years ago.
Never take the sea for granted and never put yourself and especially your children in danger.Always think of safety because these terrible tragedies can happen to anyone.