I have realised that yesterday was Midsummer (The Longest Day) for 2011. How opportune that this should be the day that I finally get around to starting that blog I was thinking about. The rite of the ancient summer solstice thus coincides with my symbolic return to the waves.
Today I also encountered an interesting turn of luck. A week ago I left a rather good quality wetsuit on the London Underground in a moment of absent mindedness. Today I called the TFL lost property office and it appears a kind soul handed in at a ticket office. I am reunited with me swimming kit. The Fates are with me...or perhaps Volturnus.
PS. I was reminded with yesterday's mention of the John Cheever short story that I had actually only seen the Burt Lancaster movie. I came across this excellent reading of the original story on The New Yorker fiction podcast:
The New Yorker: Anne Enright reads Cheever's The Swimmer
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