The whole event was even more farcical than usually because my sister not only brought her three unenthusiastic children again but also brought her new six months old bouncy lurcher puppy.
This creature just roamed around, bouncing while we were in the water. Which was fine, until another young Labrador came to join in and ran off with my asics running shoe. We laughed hysterically in the water for a while leaving the children to try to control the dog. When this proved impossible my sister exited the water in her bikini to try and chase the dog until she got it on the lead.
Because we were at Bolton Abbey a small crowd of onlookers had collected to gawp unashamedly at the spectacle.
There was also another minor incident when three of us couldn't get the pop up tent ( another bargain purchase to add to the swimming equipment collection) back into the bag when we were trying to pack up. But we managed eventually with the aid of the instructions.
Anyway it was a funny swim. The laughter was as invigorating as the water. It was twelve degrees, a bit too shallow again and far too many spectators at Bolton Abbey but I just wanted to try it and tick it off the list. My sister in law joined us, which was nice and her daughter took embarrassing photos from the bank.