


Another Blog? 'But it would be so boring' I exclaimed. after thinking about it I decided why not. Maybe the name of this blog will aptly describe its contents. Who knows?
Sunday afternoon was a pleasant 20 degrees the pool was quite. Just a few teenage lads larking about, not use to the cold water. I was the first of the 'early morning swimmers' to arrive. This was the first 'End of Lido' do I'd managed to get too. The water was refreshingly cold, a 'barmy' 17 degrees C. (Take the word barmy which way you like!) Still, it was good to be swimming and I soon climatised to the coldness of the water. The sun pushing through the thin cloud layer and the Cathederal bells pealing across the City made you feel good to be alive.
Soon the others bathers began to arrived and by 3.30 pm there were a respectably number of bodies swimming up and down for the last time this year.
Swimming over with and warmed up by a hot showers and coffee from our flasks we feasted on the goodies we had all brought for the very last 'Pool Picnic' of the year. Roll on May 2010.
Bon Voyage and come back soon.
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