Male friends

I went swimming with a male friend yesterday...in North Yorkshire.

 

We swam a few lengths; a bit of crawling, a bit of breast stroke and, even, a bit of back stroke.

 

We celebrated our swim with a two length race.

 

It was a very close finish. During the shower afterwards we chatted away.

 

Then we popped into a connoisseur's ale pub in Knaresborough, had a tomato juice and a bite (or nibble) to eat, (a pate and bread platter), more chat about this and that (cookery courses, smart phone apps, patients who fall and call an ambulance, living as if death is not too far away at any time) before going our separate ways.

 

I planning an early night and an early start tomorrow (lots to do before the weekend), he planning an early night and an early start (an early shift).

OK, so why document my evening?

Two male relationships in the news yesterday, the day the US celebrate the end of combat in Iraq; William Hague and his 25 year old political advisor and Gordon Brown and his 25 year political collaborator. Nothing much to say about them, other than it got me thinking about male friendship, or lack of it.

As for our race; he thinks he won, and I think I won...a fair result.