This time last week, Keith and I had spent a couple of hours in the swimming pool at Floc Ferme enjoying the sun and the calm relaxing atmosphere. My main problem with actually getting into the pool as I don't do heights and anything above three feet above ground is 'height' in my book and this pool has 'up and over' steps to get into it.
However, taking my courage in both hands, and with Keith holding onto the steps, I finally made it (courage or wot!).
Keith's main problem was that he forgot that he is rather fair skinned and two hours in the pool without the sun protection that he forgot to put on resulted in Very Sore Shoulders Indeed, which are still pretty sore a week later.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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I bet that it already seems like a long time ago! Flighty xx
It does indeed, Flighty. :)
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