Swimming

Here's our swimming pool.
(Well, it's not ours, but it's the one we always go to, if you see what I mean......)

It is not very big, and was very quiet this afternoon because it is getting towards the end of the season, getting a bit chilly for most - but the littles are still pretty hardy from their early days in North Shropshire, so they are still up for a swim.

It looks really quiet and tranquil, doesn't it, but it gets very busy on hot days. Imagine 12 sunscreened toddlers and their various grown ups swimming, jumping, splashing, squabbling over inflatable toys, gossiping about favoured cafes and planned strikes by the Maoists.

Today, the boys fell asleep in the car on the way down and were clearly still knackered from the 5 hours of trekking (in the rain) yesterday, so we let them snooze in the shade for an hour or so...... Unsurprisingly, Noah woke up as soon as the pot of Masala tea arrived. (And biscuits.)







Big sister was, meanwhile, swimming entire lengths under water, then gecko-ing on the sun-warmed slabs of marble around the pool's edge.





Life here is hard at the moment - I am talking myself down from panicking and running for the airport sometimes (often) - so, focussing on the positive is helping - a therapy.