Bathers, so cold that their flesh shone orange through the mist, held back from dipping into the pewter-coloured pond water.
We sat on a bench and ate raspberry cake with cream. The birthday candles wouldn't light and the smell of hand sanitiser was in the air, but it was a memorable birthday, that's for sure.
After the cold won, they turned south and I turned north. I am so glad to be their Mum.
It was a seven mile day, and cold seven miles to (muddy) boot!