|Posted by The Honey Badger on March 31, 2013 at 12:55 AM|
The Time Machine and I were the only Ladies to muster on the top of a chilly Parliament Hill at 0900 this morning. During our steady-yet-laconic shuffle to the ponds, we talked about Al Alvarez's book "Pondlife" and how we've come to look at the ponds differenlty since reading it. Upon our arrival (some 20 minutes after the start of our descent), we noticed Chris Rucco pitching up to the ponds with his bugle. Upon entering, there were a bunch people all dressed up in civilian garb (ie, not pre-swim clothes) down by the Lifebouys hut. I asked Terry what was going on he said "C'mon, we're going to celebrate Leo's last swim." As Mick hopped into the rowboat and rowed over to the Lifebuoys' Pier to pick up one of Leo's relatives, Andrew and I went out on the main dock to see what was going on - thankfully, the Time Machine had his Blackberry. As we watched Leo's ashes being poured into the water from the rowboat, the sun began to hide behind a cloud and a chill breeze blew across the pond. Just as the ashes had been fully-poured into the pond, the sun came out again and the ashes could seen at the edge of the pond, reflecting the sunlight like a bright cloud. At that moment, it occurred to me that this wasn't Leo's last swim at all....for a guy who'd spent up to five hours a day getting to and from the pond just for a dip, Leo was exactly where he wanted to be: swimming in the ponds for eternity. Parliament Hill at 0900 tomorrow. Thanks to the Time Machine's great-grandfather, please remember to set your clocks ahead one hour tonight.