Notes from the line
Dispatches from Dominica — training, competition, and the slow work of learning to be still. Written between dives.
Allie Reilly
An email arrived on a Tuesday: an invitation to the AIDA Depth World Championships in Limassol. Two years ago I had never worn a number on my arm. Some thoughts on what it means to arrive at the start line — and what doesn't change when you do.
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Allie Reilly
Past 30, the ocean stops pushing you up and starts pulling you down. The freefall is the closest thing I know to the night sky — you stop swimming and the deep does the rest.
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Allie Reilly
Every student arrives certain that freediving is about a big pair of lungs. Watching someone discover, in one session, that it was calm all along — that never gets old.
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Allie Reilly
In 2022 I left the UK for a volcanic island where the seafloor falls away a hundred metres from shore. On deep, warm, still water — and choosing a life by what it lets you practise.
Read →A short letter when there's something worth saying — a competition, a record attempt, a thing learned at depth. No noise.
Coming soon — entries are being written between training blocks.