The second first time....

Today Freddie learned to swim and immediately favoured the nose up, high paw style that I myself had employed when I joined the Navy in 1959. I still had not passed their swimming test when I was discharged, not totally dishonourably (though nearly) in 1963. Here Freddie, forgetting that he is 9 stone, is about to climb aboard my nephew, Jonny Walker. Jonny lived, though just, but then Jonny has always been accident prone....