Like a duck to...

This is the fabulous new piscine in St G - and it is right next to the apartment. Many many years ago my first flat was in a complex with a pool - and when we lived in Manchester we were members at a gym with a pool - but I doubt I've done much more than snorkel in the sea for fifteen years. Its not that I can't swim - or even that I don't enjoy it - but to do it is a bit of a faff when I can run, cycle or (nearly) climb from my doorstep.
But living next to this for part of the year - well I thought I'm just going to have to get back into the water. I was quite pleased with myself that I swam a kilometre - until I heard that a usual time is 20 minutes - I took 42. It was quite quickly apparent that I have the swimming style of a drowning donkey - one that is oddly reluctant to put its face in the water - I laboured away as a gaggle of pensioners glided past me - then lapped me - but I definitely will be back.

When I stop aching!