The Lido. Fiction by Alex Keegan

The Lido My father, and my mother took us to the Lido: a yellow bus to Caerleon, then a walk, down a dirty, too-tight lane. Keep in, Ronnie! I don’t remember my sisters, perhaps they were paddling, but I, I was a boy and dad insisted. The other pool! The other pool, huge and deep, insistent,Continue reading “The Lido. Fiction by Alex Keegan”