Getting back into the swim of it...

On Wednesday last week, I had my first swim post sickness...
It was a strange moment, before diving in to the river... like being reacquainted with an old friend, one part familiar, one part foreign and unnerving...

The weather has been lovely this week though, after morning cloud, the midday makes way for beautiful sunshine. I have been making the most of it and going swimming every day. Really savouring it. I now swim to the other side of the river and back.

On Friday I got 'my' bike fixed- it blew a tyre the other day. And rode like all hell to get to Dartington in time for one of the last, of their summer concert series... as it turned out, I would have been quite late, plus the hills seemed long and winding, and I was feeling the heat, (it's true!)... So almost there, I turned back and headed for home.
[I had bought Steve's camera with me, but as it turned out it had no battery in it!]

It was a beautiful day for a bike ride though, the warm air driving through my nostrils with the lingering smell of wildflowers.... I stopped at the weir for my 2nd swim of the day :)
When leaving, a bike skidded to a halt right beside me, and an older guy got off and stripped down to his bathers... We had a little chat about swimming, and 'wham', he dived into the water, no hesitation and off he swam.

Saturday Steve had to work, but got off early, and as I was still at the weir, sunning myself post-swim, he decided to meet me there. We had a beautiful swim together, and as we went to leave, again this same man screamed in on his bike.
He asked me if it was any warmer than yesterday, and we had a chat about year round swimming and such things.
With the sun retreating, Steve and I headed to a sunshine laden park, and lay in the grass, him reading, me playing uke.

In the evening with jacket potatoes and homemade baked beans, Steve and I watched "Picnic at Hanging Rock"- A first for both of us.