Dosthill swimming

Had a day off today for the bank holiday. Discovered I’d forgotten to pack any pants when we left so headed to the local shops to get Darwin some more socialising and me some pants. In the afternoon J wanted to go swimming so he headed over to Dosthill Quarry. I learned to dive here in 1991 and it hasn’t changed a bit, absolutely nothing. J had a nice hours swim with the quarry all to her self for the last 30 minutes. Came home and had dinner out in the garden.