Lido Love No.11 London Fields
I’ve not been swimming for a couple of weeks and I’ve hugely missed it. It’s as much about that moment when you’re changed and plodding along the pavement and realise every muscle feels stretched as it is about being in the water again. But when I’m in the pool it helps clear any cobwebs in my head, almost like a factory reset.
London Fields was the Lido I have been most looking forward to. My mecca of Lido’s as my Dad would have spent much of his wayward youth in this area. It’s London’s only Olympic sized heated outdoor pool and a hefty refurbishment means it’s spick and span (apart from the smell of feet at the shallow end, dozens of damp flip-flops not making for a pleasant pong). The beauty of this being that I can daydream about swimming in the snow or fog as it’s open all year round. It was like swimming in rush hour this morning but it was fascinating to see the different sorts in the pool. Someone teaching his girlfriend to swim, kids club, a woman breaststroking with head action like a woodpecker and a ton of skillful swimmers. London Fields Lido is now my favourite pool by a country mile.
This swim is dedicated to those that didn’t make it to the water today. The crustaceans outside Hackney Central station. RIP.
|People doing serious swimming:||Lost count. A ton|
|Men grabbing their danglebobbins a lot:||2|
|Women swimming in sunglasses:||Just a lifeguard posing in a pair|
|Kids doing classic “bombing”:||0|
|People dipping their toes with iPhones in hand:||0|