Up early and at Lake Brockwell for the 8:30am opening.
Each swim is different down at the lovely lido. The South London weather is mainly responsible. The appearance - or non appearance - of some of the Icicles also plays a part.
Whereas the swim for Saturday saw a return of the dancing fairies of sunlight on the basin of Lake Brockwell, Sunday was a bit of a misty one.
It felt strangely atmospheric submersing into the 8 degrees of Brockwell Blue, and not quite being able to see down towards the other end of the pool.
The temperature is more or less perfect. Anything below 5 HURTS. Above 10 and the fair weather swimmers start to gather.
I managed 8 lengths for this morning. I could have continued, but I had to see a man about a burglar alarm.
My man was late, leaving me standing around the mean streets of SW8 just taking in the view.
The Nu Vauxhall is eating up the skyline at an alarming pace.
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A brief Lidl dash and some not very helpful car parking.
The remainder of the day was spent back at base, catching up on chores and work.
The South Lambeth Road garden is EXPLODING.
Anna went a little bonkers on the bulb front late autumn. We’ve had something of an ongoing battle as my lavender attempts to colonise her bloody bulbs.
It’s currently at a stand-off, with fauna of all sorts replacing what used to be a bed of fag packets before we moved back in.
It was also a dub day indoors. I’m very late to this, but I’m shifting through The Scientist back catalogue.
Mr Scientist kept me company as I published a couple of school sites, including the flicking of the switch for the new SE17 site.
Awaiting the feedback emails to start to drop tomorrow morning…
And then a double dose of French lessons for later in the evening. It’s pretty amazing how it’s all coming back to me. 1983 was the peak of my learning powers it seems.