The only bad thing about swimming 2 miles at a go is quite how useless I feel for the rest of the day. 

[There are a couple of other bad things, notably that 2 miles is NOWHERE NEAR the width of the shortest bit of the English Channel, and that swimming for 2 hours makes NO DIFFERENCE to the size of my waist, but I won't dwell on those rather negative things. At least now my maximum swim has doubled in just three months, and speed is improving, and my front crawl is as easy as my breast stroke and back crawl.]

Great concert from Red Priest: a chamber quartet with excellent performance values, from dress to body movement/energy to variety in musical tempo and flavour. Not least the drama of the lead performer switching between recorder sizes at the drop of a hat. There were I think seven different recorders used, from a piccolo to one that looked like a piece of plumbing.

Tessa enjoyed it too.

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