Air and water

Here's a snap taken on New Year’s Day: blue sky, a little white. It makes me think of clarity, serenity and freedom.

It is also, suggested a friend, like the tiles at the Clifton Lido, a restored Victorian outdoor swimming pool in Bristol, tucked away from the hubbub of main-road traffic on a cobbled street. I’ll be writing more about this special place in another post. 

At the time, I wasn't entirely sure I agreed about the tiles, until I bought a pair of goggles last week. Now – call me fanciful – every time I swim I see sky below me: it's a darker, richer colour than the New Year's blue of the photo, mottled with grey, but similarly uplifting.