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Swimming myself sane

I’d only met Alice a few minutes previously, when I had plopped into the lane beside her, preparing to start my swim. She was stretching out a shoulder niggle, her whole arm pressed flat against the cold tiles, her head flexing away. As I adjusted my goggles ready to start swimming, she turned and smiled and said hello. She seemed to know who I was. Had we met before perhaps, and I’d forgotten?

She asked “Are you the cold water swimming lady?” I looked at her quizzically. “The one who teaches people about cold water swimming?” I raised an eyebrow, a little baffled. “The one who takes people under her wing? From the lido?” I replied: “I think we all take other people under our wings, don’t we?”

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