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The joys of swimming

I know, I know. We’re a bit traitorous as we didn’t go camping for our main holiday this year. But still, for us a foreign holiday will always be something we aspire to as we enjoy them so much.

We were lucky enough to go to Tenerife and I’m so proud of how The Tinies came along with their water confidence while we were there. I guess that’s an advantage of going somewhere with a swimming pool they want to spend time in. Buddy started the week insisting on wearing his “floaty vest” whenever he was within 50 yards of the toddler pool and by the end of the fortnight had graduated to jumping in to the 18 inches of water with gay abandon, as the grandparents would say.


Buddy starts swimming lessons in September and is now seriously looking forward to it. I’m certain he’ll be more confident because he spent so much time near water over the holidays.

Mimi is an altogether different fish (I know, sorry). She’s been having swimming lessons for nearly three years and it took 18 months for her to swim 10 metres across the pool. She eventually graduated to the next class and got her 20, then 50, then 100 metres badges, but there was little style to her stroke and it was still best described as a bit frantic. Not the slow, lazy stroke of a confident, relaxed swimmer.

It’s important to point out that Husband and I differ greatly in our attitude to water. I’m a total water baby and did all of the swimming badges up to bronze (no idea why I didn’t do silver or gold). Husband, however, had a series of traumatic experiences as a slightly soft-around-the-middle boy while learning to swim at school, and now breaks out in a sweat at the thought of going to the local pool. The only indoor pool I’m aware of him having been in is the one at Centre Parcs, which is hardly similar to average the public baths.

I’m determined, therefore, that The Tinies will have my attitude to swimming, not Husbands (who by the way, spends lots of his working day in the water, just walking around it in a dry suit, not actually being submerged in it).

So I was delighted that by the end of the holiday Mimi’s breaststroke was beautiful and very strong, with pointed toes and her heels always coming together. I have to confess to being a bit of a drill sergeant on that, as I’m a firm believer in the legs being the strongest part of the stroke and being what will get you out of difficulty if you fall in to a river or pond. She’d also made good headway on treading water, snorkelling, diving, half-somersaults into the pool (not taught by me!) and cost me a fortune after I told her she could keep the coins I threw to the bottom of the pool.

There’s a whole other story about Husband’s deafness which came on after his first time in the pool (when it’s 35 degrees and climbing, sometimes only a dip will do). Perhaps I’ll get him some earplugs next time. He was conveniently deaf for a little more than a month until Tuesday when the practice nurse extracted what he described as a pen lid out of both of his ears. (Sorry if TMI).

We have stayed at a campsite with a swimming pool (Callow Top in Derbyshire) but it was an outdoor one and, although heated, it didn’t really appeal to any of us. It was less the idea of being in the water as the trip to and from where the towels were. I might have a look for a couple of camp sites with indoor pools for the early part of the season next year. If nothing else, it’ll give us something indoors to do when it rains.

Got any suggestions that fit the bill?

This is a sponsored post but all opinions are my own (I’m not that cheap!)


2 thoughts on “The joys of swimming

  1. Phil Daniels

    We spent last week at Lady’s Mile in Dawlish, south Devon. This is a camp site I probably won’t go back to for a number of reasons, but it has three very good pools, indoor and outdoor. We took three of our granddaughters and the youngest, aged 4, was fully ‘suited’ in inflatable stuff for the first hour of our day at the pool. After that, and with some coaching from the Wife who is an exceptional swimmer (I’m not!) she was swimming unaided in the main outdoor pool. Absolutely no fear! Of course, the weather was great!

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