Lido

Sarah and I are in Plymouth visiting my parents for a few days. 

The journey down was the easiest for many a year - the motorways were clear as a bell. We stopped at Strensham services near Gloucester and I was acutely aware that every other person there was under 25 and wearing shorts.  Very mysterious. The penny only dropped when I noticed a pile of rucksacks. Rather them than me, as I use my rather lovely hotel bathroom for the next four nights.

Both my mum and step-dad have sciatica, as does my friend Maxine - ouch, it’s horribly painful, I am hobbling in sympathy. We shall see how the next few days pan out - some gentle walks and far too much eating I suspect.

The picture is of Tinside Lido looking glorious in the evening sun. Many childhood memories of when it did not look quite so smart, and the water was bloody freezing!