Friday, January 11, 2008

Market day, red scarf and pool.

1. I visit the Tunbridge Wells Country Market -- I've been wanting to do this for a while, mainly because of Joe's recommendation. He says it's best to get there early, as the ladies with sharp elbows gather at the door. There is a cheery selection of small cakes and tiny packs of vegetables -- it caters for people living alone.

2. Joe's cherry red scarf. Quite apart from his scarf, it's good to catch up over a cup of tea. He passes on a job-hunting tip, which I have squirrelled away for future reference.

3. We discover that the swimming session has changed, and that we must wait half an hour. So we go up to the gallery and watch the swimming school. I really felt for the children in the far lane -- they were really struggling, and a length must have seemed a mile to them, but they kept at it, struggling on to the very end. The children in the middle lane were more confident; while the kids in the near lane were downright cocky -- waving to their parents and spinning round while they trod water.