The Pool

A Memory of Cheltenham.

I was 10 years old and had cycled to the pool from my home in Hesters Way. Old bike, black with a basket on the front for my jam sandwiches and pop, towel and swimsuit in. With friends we would spend all day there, not really able to swim that well but just splashing and getting dive-bombed by the older boys. It was a great time of freedom and Mum would not worry about me at all!
I remember the French students too who were great fun to be with and we were sharing very carefee times.