When I’m not harping on about break-ups, I’m usually in a lido. Or writing about one. Or trying to help save one.
Here’s a recent Guardian post I wrote about all three.
Like most lido spotters, I can’t look at a bit of open water without wanting to hurl myself into it. Be it the sea, a pool, a river, a puddle even … I get a twitchy feeling. It must be got into. Ot…
Source: GUARDIAN (Lido Love is…)