The water in the wood heated pool may have been twenty seven degrees celsius,
The outside air temperature definitely was not.
Overcast with a moderate breeze,
The bathers all dangly legs and arms braved the conditions,
Enjoying the comparative warmth the water afforded.
They frolicked and porpoised,
Back stroked haphazardly in undefined directions,
Splashed, spluttered and gingerly put screwed up faces in....
Momentarily.
Squeals of delight and the odd whinge;
"He hurt me. "
"Yes but he hit me with the kick board."
And then the lower lips start convulsing and turning blue.
Tremors rack the little bodies,
With little stores of body fat for insulation.
It is time to reboot in the warm showers.
The motley crew trundles off with oversize towels and uniforms dragging.
More squeals as cool flesh greets warm water.
Chattering as damp bodies are thrust into reluctant clothes.
Then follows the intermittent parade out of change rooms,
Only to have final inspection on the concourse.
Bedraggled, with lolly bags clasped more tightly than their clothes,
They slowly amble out in friendly gaggles onto the waiting bus.
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