Some 30 years on, history repeated itself yesterday as we decided to make the most of some gorgeous summer conditions and spend an afternoon by the river Wharfe in Hubberhome. Going to exactly the same spot that I went to as a young boy, Lily and I frolicked in the cool water with the inflatable dhingy, Elvis dug all day for always-just-too-large stones, and Katie and Elsie managed to sneak in a tiny bit of chilling time. Just a bit.
I rode home on the bike in the boiling heat and got a few miles in, which was a lovely thing to sneak in.
We made video with incredible similarity to the family cine films of 30 years ago, including me looking scarily like my dad when I swim.