Twice a week I swim. Every Sunday and sometime in-between. A dress size down and exercise to which I will regularly commit.
Water, often cold, was today warm. Breast stroke, back stroke and 20 lengths - loosen limbs and clear a head. Then home.
And a costume yesterday, bought for the baby girl.
Her brother when only 6 months old, shivered amongst toddlers in swimming shorts. Not at all sure. Happier out than in the pool. And these days sent to lessons on a Tuesday afternoon. For peace of mind - the only past-time I insist he do.
So my daughter comes to water late. She has been missing out - a girl who's bath is the highlight of her day. Her mothers fault this years delay - but 6 months seems like yesterday.
A turquoise suit, pink fish and frills. Girlish limbs to splash and kick.
And towels - for when cold air hits - pink and large and soft and thick... x