Monday night mission. Cold outside.If it wasn't for the six million dollar man in the middle lane I'd have had a great swim. Really need a lane to myself. Wonder what it's like to have the whole pool to yourself? I think swimming is solitary activity. Must build myself a pool.
The Man from Atlantis swam off somewhere after while. Swam a mile and old man backstroked four more. Still feel like I'm inwading (sic) someone elses territory.
Cycled over Highgate West Hill and dined on lentil, celery and carrot soup. Yum. Parp.
Great archive photo from getty images (smell the mothballs).