Today we visited our local Olympic-sized pool again, but I have to rely on this picture from my archives. My new phone refuses to converse with my computer. I have visited the shop I got it from twice, and when they plug in to their computer it says, ‘Yes, Master, I see the camera. Your orders, Master?’ Plug into mine, and it refuses to dignify the action with any response whatsoever.
Anyway, I thought I would totally annoy the Northern Hemisphere Freezers by relating that it was a magical summer day here. I started it with a splash in our pool (I am only just back to doing a bit of swimming on the spot for exercise again after recent indispositions) but later we took a drive to the public pool and after a brief decision-making pause I joined the kids in it. The water gave warm caresses so I stayed in for some time and surprised myself by doing quite a bit of swimming.
I am trying, for the first time in my life and after watching all the lessons the kids have received, to do it properly. My breaststroke and backstroke are starting to come into shape.
With the former I still have to resist doing an arm movement rather like rowing a boat instead of the modern point-scoop-and-feed with its rise and nodding head.
My crawl needs an awful lot of work.
My butterfly is hopeless. All that happens is that my bottom flaps up and down. There is a lot of splashing, but forward momentum doesn’t happen.
Anyway, I will keep at it, and it shows that you can teach ancient hounds new tricks.