Swimming progress!

Still annoyed and upset about the booing yesterday. Wrote emails to the SRU website and the paper this morning. Then I wrote letters to the Chairman, the President and the Head Coach of the SRU. Have I missed anyone? Ah, yes, Princess Anne, the Chairperson of Scottish Rugby. Wonder if they boo when she's there...

I got up early to do my letters before going to Pilates. And guess what... yes, it came into my mind that I don't really have to go. As I was going to my personal swimming lesson in the afternoon, I reckoned that was quite enough exercise for one day, after the 10 mile hike from Murrayfield last night (I exaggerate only slightly).

I popped a couple more rugby shots in my blipfolio. Richie McCaw and Dan the Man (of the Match). Sometimes it takes so long to upload, I give up.

Just back from swimming. Completely stuffed. But I felt I learnt a few things. He got me to use a float and to turn on my side, so that I know what position I should be in to breathe. I've always just tried to just turn my head, and that doesn't work. That was really really helpful. I managed to do a whole length with the float, kicking but just using one arm, breathing correctly. I was quite chuffed. And VERY puffed! I've not to go back to my old ways, though.

He (Stuart, for it is he) invited me to stay on after the lesson and do a few more lengths, so as you can imagine I was very thankful to see a load of schoolchildren arrive and take over the pool, forcing me to leave.

This is the Victorian (1887) swimming pool near my flat. I've been coming here since the 60s, when I used to visit my Grandparents in Edinburgh. The obligatory big rubbish bins on view, of course.

Now, what's Princess Anne's address?