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.

(sketches of swimming and sunrises at Vobster can also be seen in my calendar for next year)

Vobster, beneath a gibbous moon