The water was twenty two degrees. I had cleaned the pool, sweeping and skimming alternately until the water sparkled alluringly.
It was a little chilly at first but I was soon happily back in the water after my winter hiatus.
It’s a shame I can’t find a nice pool in London but indoor public baths with plasters and pubic hairs are not the same as a pool in the garden surrounded by olive trees with the scents of lavender, rosemary and bay filling the air and the sounds of doves overhead. No, not even close!
I’ll just have to make the most of it while I can (four swims later!)