The sugar cube bandit

Dr jim seems the think my pictorial documentation of his outdoor swimming is, like the nuts gentle encouragement*, in some way mocking his efforts so here is a picture of my nut in the national trust cafe at mottisfont where I had to make an impromptu stop for medicinal post swim coffee and cake.

We then made a second attempt at finishing the unfortunately imagined pooh trail, and again failed, because the sheer number and lengthyness of each task rendered it more Herculean than fun. Especially in that heat.

* 'daddy. Get in. Just get in. GET IN THE WATER DADDY. All the way in. GET IT etc. he even went and stood on the bridge directly over jim's head whilst encouraging his father, Jim said I put him up to it but I didn't.