Jazz Hands

Went to see Tom, an old uni mate.  He had met up with Mrs H and the Jnrs in Whitby whilst I was away in Guatemala, and they had discussed swimming in a reservoir.  I think there were cocktails involved during these talks.

Tom does what he wants, when he wants.  He's currently doing a ride from John O'Groats to Land's End in stages and is up to Taunton, and is planning to finish it later on this week.  Mad man. I love him.

So tonight, they swam in a reservoir.  Only realised after leaving it was the very same reservoir I was canoeing on last Thursday with my class, didn't twig as we were on the other shore. Weird.