It’s pretty hard to draw from memory, even on a last lap round the lake, breaststroke, with nothing much else to think about than to pay attention to what it looks like. But it might have looked a little like this, more or less.
There had been other swimmers yesterday evening, though fewer lately, but the last time round there was just two of us. All too soon Autumn will come in and it will be a mere handful of hardy souls left. And then after that just three of us, catching the sunrise again not the sunset, on our Tuesday mornings.
But please join us if you feel inclined, we’d love some more company.
I was up in Cumbria for the weekend, swimming, but that’s another story. Fleetingly, driving out of Great Langdale, I glimpsed the odd sight of a snow covered hillock crowned by a single dead tree. There were sheep beneath the tree, and dozens of rooks standing in the tree and on the sheep. I suppose they were keeping their feet warm. The whole thing was such an odd but picturesque tableau that it deserved a picture, even though I cannot really say what it looked like.
I attempted to draw this morning’s swim from memory. Tricky… I am not used to ‘realistic’ landscape stuff and I haven’t got very close to what I wanted, but it was such a lovely morning it was worth a try. At least it might explain one reason why I do not just pop down to the swimming pool.
The water temperature was 7 degrees, the air about -3, the two of us still managed our loop of the lake in about 18 minutes in just our cozzies, though you would have laughed to see us trying to hold our coffees afterwards without spilling them for violent shivering! It’s a phase, it passes… (the shivering, not the swimming).