Bristol North Baths

Monthly trips from junior school to these Baths were my nightmare. Mostly I got my mother to excuse me with some note or other but if I forgot then Peter Davies, Roger Davies and my skinny self stood at the deep end, all our knees trembling in unison, waiting to be pushed in by a burly coach who showed no mercy to terrified children. The rest of the class swam and splashed around with glee and we three watched them with alien eyes.