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I love the pool at Castle Royle.
It’s wonderfully underused (wonderful from my perspective - less so, I
suspect from theirs), so I expected to find the usual serene, quiet pool when
we arrived. I had visions of having an
almost private environment for my rehab, which would have been ideal.
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Unfortunately, I hadn’t factored the Easter school holidays in to that vision...
What we actually walked into was very different. It was full of children. I mean, really full. There must have been about 40 of them all shrieking, screeching and squealing. The noise was deafening. I cannot comprehend how parents cope with that. Kudos to you if you do. All I can think is that you must need industrial strength ear plugs, medication and therapy on a regular basis.
It might as well have been Dante’s seventh circle of hell as far as
I was concerned and I wanted to turn tail and abandon this clearly foolhardy
plan until the Easter holidays finish.
My physio however, is made of stern stuff. She grabbed my elbow and marched me towards
the pool, while telling me to wave my walking stick around in an out of control/threatening type way. It worked. In no time at all, we had a section of the
pool to ourselves with all children and parents giving the strange, stick
wielding ladies a wide berth. Excellent.
The session though tough, was really good, although I’m not
sure bouncing (yes, bouncing) two lengths of the pool has done anything for my
personal credibility. Aside from the obvious lady bits, there was far more of me bouncing than there should be. I did feel for the poor child swimming past me underwater with goggles on. He'll probably never be the same again...
Nevertheless, it’s all helping get me where I need to
be. And that’s what it’s all about.
