Tuesday morning overcast swim. I overhear a cheeky wag telling a fellow regular that white wine gives him an erection. He then turns to me and tells me that he was thrown out of the Lido in 1954, apparently the lifeguard caught him pissing in the pool:
Him: "But everyone pisses in the pool."
Lifeguard: "Not off the diving board."It's not a glorious morning. The water temperature has drooped three degrees since Sunday. Undeterred, I stiffen my resolve and hurl myself in to the water with a semi-decent dive. I swim 16 lovely Lido lengths followed by one very, very hot shower.
It's all gone a bit autumnal, I've not given up on summer yet tho', I shall return, soon.