Bloody knees...

Just look at this. Marvelous isn't it? My daughter Holly swimming with the turtles and fishes. Yes, it's something to marvel at. I wonder how many people on this planet get to see a live turtle in the sea up that close? I envy her latest turtle experience.

Of course I could have gone. I went eleven years ago when we were last in Barbados. Both Holly's and my first swim with the turtles. I was younger then, not as fat, and my knees didn't buckle at all back then. It was my knees that stopped me going in with the turtles, not the swimming, I can still swim, if not like the fish I was - a barracuda - then at least like a minnow.

No, it's the knees and that long steel ladder back up to the deck. I was worried that I wouldn't have the strength to haul myself up, and what if my knees had given way? It's my own fault of course. If I lost some weight then I'm sure I could get myself into the water to swim with the turtles and then get myself out again.

A lost chance, but hopefully not my last chance. I could kick myself now, but my knees would probably give way and I'd fall over.

When you're younger you never expect to get old really do you?