A reservoir of tears.

There were quite a few wetsuits on show at Threipmuir tonight, and the water temperature was ideal. Lisa came along for a swim and it was another painful reminder in how far I have to move on my swimming, when her 'I haven't really swum for about a year' turned into her disappearing into a speck of yellow swim cap as I manfully ploughed the waves (it was the choppiest I've seen it). All good fun though, and another swim under my belt. I have my first swimming lesson with Scott next week and I'm hoping for a Man-from-Atlantis transformation pretty quickly.