Water temp: 22 degrees
My son is 15 today. We've both got the day off. It's well hot. An afternoon at The Lido has been agreed.
The water feels cool. Yesterday I bashed out 20 heroic lengths, today I can hardly swim a width.
We play catch with a tennis ball until the lifeguard blows his whistle and tells us to move to the shallow end. My son mischievously enjoys this brush with authority, remains exactly where he is and chucks the ball to me where I obediently stand in the shallows. Eventually he is moved on by the lifestasi and quickly becomes bored of our game. He's a good lad, I couldn't have asked for a better son.