17th / 18th September 2016
Last month I had the pleasure of co-hosting the inaugural lido conference. Janet and I, and a host of other enthusiastic lido lovers, have been working on it for months and seeing it all come together was life-affirming. There were around 25 pools represented, as well as swimmers, writers, artists and journalists who share a love of open air swimming pools. Follow @natlidoconf on twitter for news of the 2017 event when we have it.
One of the pools represented was Shoalstone, and Sophie Lovett (@sophieblovett) wrote a wonderful blog about her road trip for the conference, and the swims she squeezed in alongside it. She has kindly allowed me to post it here as a guest blog, along with three of her photographs, and I am very grateful to her. I have also added a couple of photos of Sophie and fellow delegates / speakers enjoying their swims — because what would a lido conference be without the opportunity to swim?
“I have loved to swim outdoors for as long as I can remember.
I didn’t often, when I was growing up: my first seven years were spent in the middle of the Welsh countryside, and after that, Birmingham. My over-riding memories of swimming during my childhood were the nights spent coughing with an aching head and burning eyes after spending the afternoon at our local leisure centre, contrasted starkly with the freedom of swimming outdoors on holiday — in outdoor pools, the sea, lakes — it didn’t matter, just as long as I could escape the cloying claustrophobia of chlorine-filled air.
I moved to London aged sixteen, and soon after discovered the Oasis sports centre in Covent Garden. It was a bit of a revelation. As often as I could, I would step off the grey and dusty streets and into its little outdoor pool — it was surrounded by tower blocks, but up above there was a rectangle of sky, and that made all the difference.
Several years after that, having gravitated towards East London, I found the lido on London Fields. It had only recently re-opened, and I was instantly won over by the brightly coloured poolside changing rooms and the trees peering over from the park. It was a relief from the city heat in summer, but it was in the winter it really came into its own: stripping off the mummifying layers to swim lengths between the warm water and crisp, cold air. It made me feel so alive, clawing my soul back from the S.A.D. that threatened to engulf it every year as the darkness crept in.
It’s not surprising, really, that I have found myself so consumed by Shoalstone since I moved to my new house by the sea.
There is, after all, a narrative to continue: but it was only by listening to inspirational writers, artists, campaigners and fellow lido lovers speak at the first ever National Lido Conference that I realised it was already partly written.
It felt a strange thing to be doing as I headed up to Portishead on the train and the bus: two whole days discussing outdoor pools. I mean, I loved my local lido, but I was always a little self-conscious about how much it meant to me — I’d never quite been able to put my finger on the reasons why.
And then as people began to speak I realised that there was a whole tribe here to which I very much belonged. This wasn’t just about pools. It wasn’t even just about swimming. It was about community, about equality, about inspiration, about freedom. It was about finding meaning in the chaos, about connecting with people and with nature, about the very essence of what it is to be alive.
I had gone to the conference with a very specific and practical hat on: that of local councillor and chairperson of Shoalstone Pool. That persona, which sometimes feels accidental, is almost entirely separate to my writerly one, however much my town has begun to inspire my writing.
It soon became clear though that my other hat was just as welcome here — the one that dreams of better worlds, and tries to make sense of this one through carefully crafted words on a page. More than that, the weekend helped me to make sense of my entire self — the self that I’ve become — and to see how it has been woven out of the strands of my past that I thought I had long since left behind.
I realise that all sounds a bit bonkers. Maybe the euphoria was simply the result of that age-old therapy of immersion in water. As part of our weekend there was of course the chance to swim — in Portishead Lido, and in the nearby Clevedon Marine Lake.
Both were wonderful, in their very different ways — as I was bobbing along next to almost-strangers, deep in conversation about this love we shared and how it might shape our futures and that of the pools we have taken guardianship over.
I know I have returned with a new passion for making Shoalstone the best that it can be, and with a sense of being part of a community that I never really knew existed. But I have also returned with a stronger sense of myself as a writer, of someone with stories to tell and a bubbling desire to get them out into the world.
Not bad for a day and a half of lido chat — and even better for the fact that all it will take to reignite this passion if ever it begins to fade is to slip beneath the waters of one of the many outdoor pools we have at our disposal in this country. First stop: Kings Cross Pond this afternoon, and hopefully Parliament Hill Lido tomorrow too.
One other thing the lido conference has taught me is that outdoor swimming opportunities are never far away — and I intend to take advantage of them whenever (and wherever) I can.”
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