I'm so happy now that the water temperature at my beloved Parliament Hill
is condusive to swimming! (It does open all year but I can't go below 16C
without much swearing). Over winter I was either going to Holborn Oasis
(outdoor but heated) or Harrow Leisure Centre. Harrow pool is surprisingly
good but unfortunately the clientele not so - I had to swim in the fast
lane as the other two were soooo slow and even then I'd get overtaken by
misogynistic old men who would then swim slow breaststroke or backstroke.
They didn't like it when I, a mere woman, overtook them. :-) I'd love to
try your lake in Norway! Scandinavians do love their outdoor swimming, I
loved that you could swim just about anywhere in Stockholm. I didn't get a
chance though, not just because of the water temperature but because the
shingle underfoot was as sharp as razorblades.
I thought you might like my beetle necklace. I've been getting random
compliments off strangers when I wear it. Occasionally followed by a shrug
of horror when they realise it was real.
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Date: 31 May 2018 08:57 (UTC)I'm so happy now that the water temperature at my beloved Parliament Hill is condusive to swimming! (It does open all year but I can't go below 16C without much swearing). Over winter I was either going to Holborn Oasis (outdoor but heated) or Harrow Leisure Centre. Harrow pool is surprisingly good but unfortunately the clientele not so - I had to swim in the fast lane as the other two were soooo slow and even then I'd get overtaken by misogynistic old men who would then swim slow breaststroke or backstroke. They didn't like it when I, a mere woman, overtook them. :-) I'd love to try your lake in Norway! Scandinavians do love their outdoor swimming, I loved that you could swim just about anywhere in Stockholm. I didn't get a chance though, not just because of the water temperature but because the shingle underfoot was as sharp as razorblades.
I thought you might like my beetle necklace. I've been getting random compliments off strangers when I wear it. Occasionally followed by a shrug of horror when they realise it was real.