My bro Wilf comes to Oxford from Edinburgh via train. He arrives at my house on foot having walked 2 miles up the canal from the station. I offer him a cup of tea and a swim in the lake We cycle/jog ( me on the bike, him jogging) the half mile to the lake north of the ringroad. It's an old gravel pit hidden behind houses, the only access through their gardens. I'm lucky enough to know M and N who live there and allow me to swim. Bliss. Fed by a small spring it's fairly clear and fresh, abundant with waterlilies. Wilf and I have our togs on underneath jogging gear, so its easy to go through my friends' garden and slip out of clothes and into the lake. Magical.
I reckon I do 200m back and forth the north end of the lake. Haven't got long unfortunately as I have to get down to Keble College Chapel for a choir rehearsal, before Wilf and I set off to Sidmouth.
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