Water Baby

When Honey wrote on my belly that I was a water baby, she was absolutely right. I’ve loved water all my life. I grew up by the sea, so learning to swim was a must, and we swam every week in the pool and during the summer we sailed every week too. I even joined in with sea swimming and got my 1000m badge.

I remember spending hours in the pool at center parcs as a teen. It was absolutely the best part of being there; the pool, the rapids and sitting in the jacuzzi until my skin wrinkled whilst dreaming about the sexiest parts of the books I was reading. Floating and dreaming felt like the most luxurious experience I could possibly imagine.

I miss the pool with a vengeance, and am desperate to spend some time floating. I imagine it would feel wonderful for my tired, achy body to feel the cool weightlessness of water but managing a trip to any kind of pool right now is beyond my reach (and the kids paddling pool has long been put away). Instead I make frequent and awkward dips into my bath, or sit in my shower chair to run the spray over my skin for as long as I can manage.

I may not be able to reenact the sexiest parts of the books I read these days, but it’s still sexy, no?