On a very wintery Saturday evening I found myself in Regent Street heading towards the ballroom of swimming pools aka Marshall Street Baths.Swam my heart out this evening. Lungfuls of oxygen never tasted so good. Swam every one of those 58 lengths, apart from the last four drifting on my back.
Took the tube home to Saturday night TV and tuna salad.
The statue of the baby and dolphin sits at the shallow end. Nice touch.