'Mmm, Sauce!' he grunted in mock camp yet strangely unenthusiastic tones, without raising his eyes from the Guardian. (Is camp grunting even possible?)
We strolled down to town over the West Hill, hearing faint sounds of shouting and chanting from the traditional Good Friday Stations of the Cross procession going on in the Old Town below us. We have watched that event several times, and I have written about it for this blog, but this year the sun and the sea beckoned louder. At least Jesus wouldn't be wearing thermals and long-johns under his raiment this time.
|Glorious spring day|
|Old town from the cafe|
|Entrance to youth containment bunker.....|
There is another skate area, the Plaza, in another part of the building, but it has no spectator gallery.
I was very impressed by the level of skill on show. There were BMX bikes, skateboards and little scooters, and an age range from adults down to little ones being helped by their dads. How long does it take those kids to get that good? All boys, although they do have sessions just for girls. I was even more impressed by the levels of co-operation they showed - taking turns, keeping out of each other's way, obviously looking out for each other. You'd have to undertake a structured long-term observation project to find out how anyone who did not 'fit in' to the co-operative ethos was managed, and presumably, frozen out, but we only saw users meshing together thoughtfully and seamlessly, despite high speeds, sudden direction changes and dead halts.
Needless to say, the only exception to the prevailing sweetness and light was some posh pushy mother. Philosopher was getting the drinks, and I had positioned a stool by the gallery rail, and was carrying another to put beside it. This woman literally wrenches the stool out of my hands, saying 'I need that, I have three boys.' Despite the fact that I am the Battleaxe, when faced with such astonishing rudeness all crushing retorts fly out of my mind. Instead of hanging on to the stool and saying 'I need this, I have a husband', I dumbly let her take it. Then of course, her brats didn't sit on their stools at all, just screamed up and down the gallery.
We spent a few moments imagining organising a WI outing at the Source Park, BMX riding.....
There were quite a few unrestored/art deco bits from the old baths remaining. Here's a few pictures, together with a photo of the pool as it was.