I can’t swim.
A good reason, it could be argued, for not moving to Tarifa, a coastal town we’ve never set foot in, its population swollen each summer with swarms of surfing water-babies. Or should that be shoals of water-babies?
Pods of water-babies?
I say I can’t swim- it might be more accurate to say that I can, but only over (very) short distances. For example, if I found myself in some kind of trouble at the tap end of a bathtub, I’m fairly sure I could get myself to the (relative) safety of the other, slightly shallower end. You might almost say that I’m pretty smug about my ability to cope with such an emergency. More