Although I was brought up by the sea in South Queensferry and spent half my boyhood “doon the shore”, I never learned to swim as a laddie. Scared, to be honest, especially after a traumatic experience during a PE lesson at the most brutal of public swimming baths in Bathgate. Then I met Alison, who had been awarded all sorts of swimming medals at school. And when we went on our first beach holiday, the lessons began. The lassie was a miracle worker. See, that’s me in the photo during our honeymoon in the Bahamas, swimming like a boss at last. I was only 45. And it did help that we had a wee private swimming pool. Aye, it’s never too late.
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