Summer is at high tide. I haven't wedged myself into my swimsuit yet, but thoughts of dappled waters glimpsed from half closed underwater eyes brings the season home. Nothing better than a water-logged body drying off on a line-dried towel in the late afternoon sun. Hope some of you are already experiencing wet eyelashes glued to your cheeks, blinking away the chroline or algea after the sheer
satisifaction of a good swim.