I find a copy of The New Yorker in the bathroom and laugh out loud at the cartoon: It's of a therapist on holiday, on duty as a volunteer life guard on a beach: To man in water, in difficulty: 'Yes, I can help, but first you have to admit you have a problem'
Oh the synchronicity of life.
Today I drive a party of rellies to Whitstable. 4 of us (3 sisters and a sister-in-law) go for a swim, well eventually, after a very long wade out to anything approaching deep enough water. Not the most enjoyable water either, rather muddy/sandy, but there is an interesting view of windturbines, and encouraged by our example a woman on the beach comes out to join us and we all have interesting chats as we sedately swim around. Difficult to calculate distance covered. We are out quite a long time, so at least 400m
Later: back at the farm, it's a beautiful evening. I go skinny dipping in my bro's pond (a small lake fringed with water lillies, and home to various fish and ducks).My brother walks past on his way to put the geese to bed. 'Is thaat a ruddy duck in the pond?' This is the life! I remember to calculate some distances: we reckon a swimmimg length is about 15m and I do 10 of these, plus extra, so I claim 150m
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