Sunday afternoon attempt at swimming.
Arrive direct from Shepherd's Bush, water is cool, not even steaming. I lumber and splash, I've forgotten how to swim, forgotten how to be a hero. I feel very uninspired. I consider getting out at length 30 but as if by magic the middle lane becomes free, the massive expanse of the middle lane all to myself under the uninspiring, cloudless and starless London sky.
I splosh on and on and on. Finally make it to 60 lengths.
Suggs made a TV programme here once.