In fact, I was also in the pool a few Fridays back in (probably) the same storm, but a mile of two away.

Portland in the Meadows is a similar pool to Noel Street – long and thin and old – and, when the thunder hit, the rain crept in through the roof and pitter-pattered on the top of the water. It felt quite poetic, although probably meant they had to chuck another vat of chlorine in when we’d left.

Good post too – finding that place is tricky for us all & often our routines look so odd to outsiders, I think.