Contributions from supporters
Green MSP Robin Harper enquiring about our campaign, Treefest, June 2008
Which lane do you swim in? Cartoon by Evelyn Kerr who swims 3 times a week.
Poster by the Junior Lifesaving Club early 1990s
All 58 Councillors received a Christmas card from the campaign containing this verse entitled 'The Twelve Days of Glenogle'
On the twelfth day of Christmas my Councillors gave to me
Twelve swimmers swimming
Eleven divers diving
Ten life guards leaping
Nine weights a-lifting
Eight abs a-crunching
Seven school kids learning
Six babies splashing
Five old ladies having a chat
Four aerobics classes
Three steamy saunas
Two diving boards
And a nicely refurbished swimming pool
"Please save our pool or I'll never learn to swim!" May 2007
Collecting signatures on our petition before the local elections. May 2007
This is Angus Reid who swam 5 km at Glenogle to raise money for charity and
awareness for Save Glenogle Baths. He requested but never received sponsorship
from certain well known councillors.
Underwater photography by Tana and Mark Reid
Stockbridge Public Baths as it was known in 1906
Diana Hendry swims 20 lengths twice a week. Her poem describing the experience was published in the Scotsman and featured on Radio 4’s Poetry Please. (From Sparks! Mariscat Press 2005)
Up and down up and down up and down I go (one) called here as by a mullah calling me to Health at ungodly hour (two) of eight a.m. breaststroking up backstroking down possessed of idee fixe twenty lengths much as the Lord has three (three) score years and ten in His or so it’s said and is He in the swim no He is not He is above it all (four) upping and downing as repeat of breakfast dinner tea and much (five) as tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow (six) creeps on a petty pace though creeping is not what I (seven) do sometimes the crawl pretending to be fish arm over ear over arm over ear flip flap of fish-tail feet could be fins (eight) nice to have gills monotony they say (who?) can give (nine) way to revelation through my goggles I see by glimpses (ten) now goggled in Glenogle and ear-plugged too such sensory deprivation and O how I love them (eleven) the others distracting me from the tee-hee-hee-deum of the self self self (twelve) those swimming in lanes the narrow traps of straight and (thirteen) narrow moral horror the old men gossiping (fast one fourteen) in the shallows and she who gets on my wick always hogging (fifteen) the inside lane in never-get-hair wet cap (sixteen) even the the ladies known as the minesweepers for swimming three abreast chatty happy as they go and (seventeen) turning my up and downing into round (eighteen) abouting and Jimmy singing Come Fly With me who is maybe seeking another element though this (nineteen) if there were sky above and infinity before and behind and if it were only sea spread vast and deep is mine so sometimes you (twenty) have to make do and of course I enjoy it.