Yesterday I made my first trip of the year to the ladies pond. For those not in the know, the ladies pond is a ladies-only outdoor swimming pond on Hampstead Heath. As a born and bred NW3 girl I have spent many of my happiest days here, lounging around semi-naked in the sun (and quite often cloud) within the boundaries of this haven of tranquility.
So there I was, bikini clad and shivering in the wind. Those who know me will back me up when I say that I am afflicted by some kind of body temperature disorder, forever cold and sporting goose bumps in the middle of summer. It had gotten to past 5pm and somehow I had managed to still avoid actually going in the pond. The thought of it filled me with dread, could anything be worse? Continue reading
Healing Chick 