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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Not quite wild swimming

The Peterborough Lido opened this morning for this summer season and wouldn't you just know it, the weather turned cool and wet. Over this last two weeks has been wonderful. Warm and sunny. This morning dawned grey and right on queue at nine o'clock the rain started.
I arrived at the pool just as the Town Hall clock 'bongs' were striking ten. The time for the official opening and there in the covered entrance to the Lido was the Mayor, Council 'suits', and various hangers on being photographed, filmed and and fawned upon by the Evening Telegraph reporter and some film crew.
The pool was duly declared open and us hardy regulars, patiently waiting at the back, for the 'suited' mob who clearly had no intention of braving the waiting waters, eventually got through to the changing cubicles.

Despite the grey skies the water looked inviting and once you plunged in and got through the first length you quickly realised that it was actually warmer in the water than out of it. Bliss. No shrieking school kids with their teachers shouting over the noise to be heard. No doddery old ladies complaining that the water was freezing and who then proceed to stand talking in the middle of the swimming lanes. No smelly cleaning chemicals clinging to the lining of your nostrils. Just space and fresh air. Wonderful.

The ET reporter continued to photograph one of the Councils hand picked representative jumping in the water until he was satisfied he had the shots he wanted then all the 'suits' and 'hanger ons' disappeared to the room over the entrance for coffee and sandwiches. We on the other hand continued our long awaited swim and looked forward the the rest of the season swimming in the fresh air.


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