It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Swimmingly

Surprised
to discover 
that, after fifteen years away 
from water
I can still 
swim
.......slowly
.........breast stroke
...........with my glasses on.
So that went swimmingly.

A mother in 
the changing 
room
was lecturing
young
Henry on the importance
of personal space.
(A concept unknown 
to my
mother.)
So that went swimmingly too.

Was worried
about the old
bloke
hovvering in
the pool.
Watching, not
moving.
does this still
happen?

wondered?

Was ashamed, when I saw him emerge from the pool using two sticks, and realised that he'd been exercising to the limits of his wasted limbs.

The photo is the bay from road outside the swimming pool. Not swimmingly, no water, but lots of low, winter reflections off the damp sand.

Mono version in extras.

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