30/01/2011 by Carl Reynolds
Lido down to two degrees C. Sun trying to come out. The remnants of the Sunday race crowd pick at the crumbs of cakes. We stroll round the pool, talking to Brian and Sarah the lifeguards as we pass. Carl wanders in, big grin on his face. We change, we swim, we get hot again in the sauna. Chris tells me I’m fluid in interviews.