Up until last year, I always had a bit of an aversion to going into the sea around the Kent coast. A combination of coming practically nose-to-nose with jellyfish as a child and the threat of coming face-to-face with a turd in this day and age were always key stumbling blocks. I had also taken far too much notice of all the warnings you see about how you can quickly be swept out to sea and thought better of it. Yet last year I decided I was going to give it a go. It was, in part, financially driven. In a desire to try to remain a little bit fit, I’d wanted to go swimming. Not fancying the pros…