This summer we have embraced our local baths. They are the only solution to hot summer afternoons and that moment when you swear you are about to melt.
I love the colours and lines of the place as well as the relative quiet of an outdoor pool. I feel I could just hug whoever it was that decided that all WWII memorials should be a living part of the community, rather than a stone relic. They obviously knew about our summers.
Miss H shows the way to the kids end of the pool.
Goggles, princess towel, rash top and ready to go.
The faded seat edges have me wanting to paint everything to match, yellow, blue and green, if only to keep summer going a little longer.