Tideverra was born from a lifelong love of the sea, and more recently, a deep reverence for the ritual of cold-water swimming. It began with early mornings—myself and other women rising at sunrise, stepping into the freezing depths of winter in search of wild, open water. Watching these strong, radiant women embrace the elements stirred something in me. I found myself asking, “Why is this so powerful?”

There’s something profoundly liberating about wild swimming. It’s unfiltered, inclusive, and deeply human. It calls us to rewild—to return to nature, to the source, and to ourselves. In those cold, untamed waters, we find clarity. We release. We remember who we are.

Swimming along the wild and beautiful Cornish coast is a gift we never take for granted. It’s this deep connection to the sea that inspires our commitment to protect it—by curating sustainable swimwear and clothing that honors both nature and those who move through it.

We’re witnessing a shift—toward slow living, quiet solitude, and finding joy in nature as our playground. This movement has become a vital balm for mental health and a return to intentional living. We’re proud to be part of that shift.

Every piece you’ll find on our site is thoughtfully chosen for wild swimmers—women of the high seas who rise with the tide, brave the cold, and swim fiercely all year round. Our roots run deep in the icy Cornish waters, and we move forward together—in sisterhood, in strength, and in reverence for the sea.

At the heart and soul of Tideverra are the incredible women who live and breathe the cold, wild waters. They’re not models—they're our friends, our community, and the true faces of this life. Together, we swim through winter’s rain and icy depths in nothing but swimsuits, united by strength, sisterhood, and the sheer joy of being in nature.

Every image you see is real—capturing the beauty, resilience, and individuality of the water women who inspire us daily. Each one powerful in her own way. Each one a reflection of what Tideverra stands for.

People often ask what cold water swimming feels like—and I never have a single answer. Each time I enter the water, it feels both new and achingly familiar. There's a breath-held stillness just before I slip beneath the surface—a moment of sharp, beautiful awareness in every inch of my body.

And then, everything else disappears. The noise, the rush, the world beyond the water fades, and all that remains is now—this moment, this breath, this burn of cold that somehow feels warm.

But it’s never really about the cold. It’s about reclaiming power. About choosing discomfort and emerging stronger. It’s the rise of fierce self-love—the kind born from doing hard things and knowing you can.

More than anything, it’s about connection. To the wild. To the elements. To something greater than ourselves.