On swimming on Sunday mornings
God told me to go for a swim this morning. I know! You'd think with Brexit, and Trump, and the Middle-East God would have more important things to think about. But nevertheless, this morning, when the options were 1. Go for a swim in the lake 2. Take Daisy for a walk 3. Go to church, though Chris is preaching on a subject close to home and I'm off sick, God sent me swimming. The road to the lake is a winding one. The men in the big white car behind me, clearly wanted to get in the car with me. They beeped goodbye to me as I turned off, and gave me a special wave. At least I think that's what it was.... Anyway, for those who don't know I've recently started wild swimming. The option is either to swim in a wetsuit, complete with hat and goggles; or in 'skins', which isn't nearly as rude as it sounds, but means you swim in a costume, with hat and goggles and a tow-float so you can be seen. I swim in 'skins'. The only fa...