When I was about 11, the same year that Elivs shuffled off his mortal coil, I went to stay with my Grandparents who lived in the deepest darkest Aberdeenshire. It was summer and warm, but my grandparents wanted me, and my sister, to be healthy so took us to the seaside.
They chose to try out the Tarlair Swimming Pool a fantastic Art Deco outdoor swimming pool which was filled by the incoming tide. My memory was that it was bloody, bloody cold – OK I should have tried to remember it as a beautiful Art Deco experience in a beautiful Scottish cove. But, truth be told it was just cold, cold, cold.
Today the site is derelict and utterly beautiful.