The story of a dog called Arthur who tacked on to the Swedish team in the 430-mile Adventure Racing World Championship in Ecuador hits the press. It’s refreshing to see that it’s not just Doggo who tries to join in such events. Amazingly the team still finished 12th out of 50 but of course the article doesn’t mention important stuff like that.
Tonight’s dog training was called off yesterday such is the
quantity of rain we’ve had, so I head off for a swim instead.
Tonight’s ‘Swim for All’ session is a more inclusive than
Wednesdays. I share one of the two lanes with a young lady who is most
certainly a Russian honey trap agent, either that or I have read one too many
spy novels. I concede that she might not even be Russian, as I’m not great with
foreign languages. She could be Croatian or Polish or something. She might
not even be a spy I suppose.
She powers me on to 38 rapid lengths until a chap gets in our
lane and starts floating on his back in the centre of it. This is where you
expect the pool attendants to spring to life and fish him out with a big net
but they don’t. I’m surprised because he is endangering not on his own Health
& Safety but that of my Russian friend and I as well.
Dominika aborts and moves into
the other lane. I swim around him to hurriedly complete my 50.
The coffee machine still isn’t working.
(Monday 24th November)
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