Yesterday was hot and sticky, and the guy above had just returned from a 3½ hr lunch (yes, one of those). Suddenly I heard Lady Magnon shouting.
"Cro, come on in, the water's lovely".
"What's the temperature?". I shouted back.
"25", she replied. I checked; it was 22, I never believe her when she talks of water temperatures.
I did my 10 lengths, then lay back in the afternoon sunshine as the John Deere driver continued with his lunch-fuelled meanderings.
Hay making is in full swing (mine included).