Life in terms of Lido Lengths

MG

Not really blog-worthy, but briefly - a little late-night post work trip to Balham Leisure Centre pool, having finished too late for the Lido (why not stay open a little later lovely Lido??). I'm furious at being in town during the heatwave and any swim is better than none. But churning to and fro I find myself thinking in Lido terms - what would normally be an impressive 50 lengths is an unimpressive 12 (or something) in Lido terms. There's somethning about this that is illustrating the futility of life.

Still, I'm completely decompressed by the swim and walk home thorugh the Mediterranean evening feeling ridiculously relaxed. Vespas buzzing to and fro, people in shorts, and a general tranquility all around. The walk to Balham takes twenty minutes. The walk back, in my state of post-swim tranquility takes forty.

What, meanwhile, alas, has happened to the team?? JJ? SW?? KH?? Where are you? Salty, sunburnt and full of seaside stories I hope, from all your different corners....