This was the setting for our school Swim Gala today, a crisply performed two-hour splish-splash for Years 3 and 4. In the UK we used to have an old-fasioned sports day, you know the thing: blankets and buggies on the track up at the Heath. A tinny loud-speaker, extra layers and waterproofs, the dreaded Mum’s Race, Dad’s wheelbarrow and then all off to the cafe for lunch. Here we sat poolside and bellowed at the little fishes who either displayed surprising panache for their ages or, if they had forgotten their goggles like a certain SmallPrimate, zig-zagged wildly for 25 metres before coming home with mild sunburn. I enjoyed it actually. Especially not having to do the Mum’s Race.