For as long as I can recall I have had this thing for water. Not so much for driking but given the proportion of the body that is water not something to be ignored, but the water that one can swim in, dive in, surf in, splash about in. I guess the place where I have my fondest memories are on beaches, beaches like 13th which is not far from where we now live and when we were growing up was walkable from where we used to holiday.

Even pools (preferably largely empty) do it as well. Maybe it is all Freudian and about returning to the womb or some such but there is, for me and I guess the many who enoy water, a real buzz about pushing one's body through it, catching a cresting wave, gliding noiselessly through the depths, even being wiped out by a wave you knew you should not have taken.

There are other things one can do but it all about memories and water I guess and they are not just memories qua memories. The body remembers also. The tingling feel on a hot day, northerly blowing, cresting waves when the rest of the world simply stops existing.