Due to the Health and Safety obsession which has seized the nation in recent years, I am effectively prohibited from taking the Fab Four swimming unaccompanied by a responsible adult. Therefore, when the opportunity for swimming lessons presents itself, we don’t let the fact that the ratio of changing room time to pool time is 2:1 and it’s a 40 mile round trip put us off.
For thirty whole minutes, I have quite a relaxing time in the pool with just Pixie and Tumble, even taking into account Tumble’s complete disregard for the fact that she is about 2 foot tall and the water is 2 foot 6 deep.
Afterwards, we go to the communal changing room which is thoughtfully equipped with several showers and shower curtains to go with them. This leads to a joyful rediscovery of peekaboo by all four, only this time it’s much better, because it’s peekaboo in a waterpark and after twenty minutes, the novelty has not worn off.