Saturday swimming

I had this gorgeous watery space all to myself this morning, if I forgo downloading and reading the paper in bed and get there for around 7.30 it is usually empty at the weekends until around 8.30. I’m practising my freestyle and gradually building up to 4 breaths before I come up for air, remembering to turn my head to the side of the pool and not the sky. I can now manage this for 3 lengths before reverting to every second breath. My coach tells me to sing underwater which works well especially if it’s “what shall we do with the drunken sailor”. Writing this after breakfast the sun is now shining and I have a full day of unscheduled time ahead , blissful.