Riffraff

There was a time when we swam with lords, ladies, royal relatives, friends and schoolmates of the two young princes. The pool drew its clientele from stately homes and stately families..... plus a few other more humble mortals like me.

The owner then was a martinet. She demanded good behaviour and families of breeding. You only joined if a member recommended you... and after an 'interview'. Mrs H was my touch of class... we were allowed to join. The water was freezing. Posh people suffered for exclusivity.

Years on, the water's warm, but the raff is now decidedly more riff!