wild swimming

has become a thing.  
there was one year in the late 70s when my dad and i swam here every month.

the last time i swam in winter (november 1994) the Kindly Mister and i saw a photoshoot - we thought it was for knitwear - but it appeared in the Pink Floyd album insert that my brother gave me that Christmas.

(i was asked to record the swim this morning)

the mice:  have eaten all the biscuits
the Radish:  did his howling wolf thing
traps:  were at the top of the shopping list
my song for the day: The Power of Love for the Mister
thanks to Dorsetb for the reminder.