Feeding time in the mammal pool

Up, and to Hampton Lido, where Brome was to do volunteer Man What Is In Charge duty and the rest of us got the BBQ going.

It was a classic English BBQ.

It was growing chilly; a westering sun; dry certainly, but with clouds and Heathrow-departing airliners scudding across the sky before a stiff gusty wind. No matter which way you faced it was always blowing from behind you. The wind-chill factor soon separated the men from the polar bears.

Here, Annie, Angie and Wallis tuck into their burgers without leaving the heated pool, over-watched by Net.


Shame the girls hadn't been drinking their exuberance-enhancer soft drinks as I took this shot; I would have loved to have titled this image "Synchronised Swigging".