You can't have a proper swim in an indoor pool and I feel a bit soft when I go to one. If there's a glimmer of sun in the sky I always try to get to a lido – I have swum through snow, hail and even a mini-hurricane, although I was eventually asked to get out for safety purposes.
My grandmother introduced me to the joys of outdoor swimming by forcing my brothers and me into the water until we were blue and shuddering, but a quick dip in even the coldest water leaves you feeling exhilarated for the rest of the day. My one proviso now is that there must be a steaming hot shower waiting afterwards.
The original, seaside lidos are the best. The recently renovated Tinside, in Plymouth, is a wonderful example of art deco municipal architecture. The suggestion of a rather glamorous, continental lifestyle sweetens the pill of getting in and actually doing some exercise.
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