What happened next (Part 2)
So, as of 21 March, the pools are closed - which seems somehow to be of far greater significance than the borders being closed. Strike while the iron is hot we say, and so I decide that an 8am lighthouse swim on Sunday 22 is definitely in order. The day dawns well: light(ish) northerlies and sun. There are lots of people at the beach, getting ready to plunge into our new swimming reality. We all keep our distance from each other though, with much laughter. I am instructed to hold my breath while zipping up somebody's wetsuit. Zipping down, rather: it's one of those wetsuits with a zip that goes down. Weird. The new status quo (can you have a new status quo?) requires some logistic re-jigging. I've always left my bag on the benches in Fryberg pool, where I am sure it's always perfectly safe. After our swims, we totter back into the pool, collect our stuff, and enjoy a nice hot shower. This is part of the great ritual. Now, the pool is shut! I don't have a car! W