Reading all these
in-the pool stories, especially the one of the lady wi' the big hook, reminds me of the time I went to Grimsby swimming baths wi' my wife and kids. The pool was a T shape with the extentionT used only for diving from a high board. I wanted to show my kids a drop we used to do in the RAF at St Athan where we had a Commonwealth Games sized pool. You just stand to attention, stretch up on your toes and let your body tilt through 180° then go straight down into the water head first like a bullet.
Very impressive ... when done right.
I must have been a degree or two out of the perpendicular as I broke the water with my head and was nearly knocked out. Felt a bit lame on one side but I managed a one arm side crawl back to the side of the pool and with great effort managed to reach up to the ledge where I hung on trying without success to heave myself out as my wife ran to help me.
The pool attendant; a woman, got there first and, with her foot on my head, pushed me back into the water shouting
Use the steps! at me.
I just sunk into the water for a moment still fighting to stay conscious.
That was when she realised I was in trouble and hastily pulled me back up ... by the hair.
None of wee davy's
elf and safety there.
I was ok after a couple of minutes but I stayed away from the High Dale after that.
"Destiny is a good thing to accept when it's going your way. When it isn't, don't call it destiny; call it injustice, treachery, or simple bad luck.”
― Joseph Heller, God Knows