When I was a child Labour Weekend was usually the time for the first swim of the season.
My family would pack a picnic, go to Gemmells* (or Gemmell’s at some sources) Crossing and my brothers and I would swim in the river.
More recently Labour Weekend hasn’t alway given us the weather for swimming – sometimes it’s given us a continuation of winter or only the promise of summer.
This year we’ve had more than a promise with temperatures in the early to mid 20s.
I didn’t have a swim but it’s been perfect weather for walking and relaxing and I’m grateful for it.