Posts Tagged ‘health’

Second set of photos commissioned for the Arlington Baths Club, and some of the final images in print. Founded in 1870, the Arlington is a welcoming and peaceful sanctuary for citizens of Glasgow, offering a relaxing getaway in the heart of the city. Owned and run by members for members on a not for profit basis, this community club is the oldest of its kind in the world. You can see part one here.


John, who’d just had his Hep A & B vaccinations as a doctor-ly precaution, was taking a shower after work. Feeling the raised, circular marks around the injection site, he shouted to me, “I’ve had one hell of a reaction!” and I came through just in time to see his dawning realisation that the nurse had put circular plasters on his arm. I’m still laughing.

RIP Pirate Tooth ☠ – last vestige of Japanese dentistry in my head. Oh, the places we’ve been and meals we’ve shared.

Constituting one of the comparatively few occasions when Flickr has affected my personal rather than professional life, I have – over the course of the last year – been learning to swim again. (Contrary to popular adage, it is not like riding a bicycle – which, coincidentally is another basic skill most people have mastered by the age of 6 that I learned at 23; and even then, only because it was the sole mode of transport available to me in Japan).

This has, in a very roundabout fashion, come as a result of seeing Tommy Ga-Ken Wan’s wonderful pictures of The Arlington Baths – Britain’s oldest surviving swimming club, founded in 1871. (Tommy’s other work is equally gorgeous and if you’re not already familiar with it, you should rectify that immediately.) These pictures held particular significance for John, who – when I showed him the photos – immediately recognised The Arlington as the place where he and his siblings had learned to swim back when his family were members. Within a few short weeks, John had resumed his membership after a two-decade absence and, work-permitting, now tries to go at least three times a week.

Said line of work being pathology, John is still morbidly afraid that my questionable aptitude in the water will one day lead to me ending up on his table, which is why we mutually agreed that I should take advantage of his guest passes and brush up on my buoyancy. I haven’t quite been able to justify a full membership for myself yet – though the Turkish Suite (pictured above) has made the prospect highly tempting – but I’ve nevertheless been attending every other month and, under John’s tutelage, am inching ever closer to the point where he’ll leave me unattended in any body of water exceeding six feet.

Health benefits aside, however, the undisputed highlight has been running into these amazing pugs on my way to the pool. I thought the one at the back might just be tired, but it turns out her tongue is literally too big for her mouth. (more…)