The late afternoon sun glistened and sparkled in the blue water of the 50-metre pool.
"There's all these beautiful reflections," I said.
Oh," he said, sounding unconvinced of the beauty I was finding in the 1960-era pool.
The lane numbers and starting blocks making patterns in the pool.
The faded colours of the high platform creating watercolours in the diving pool.
And reflecting in the 50-metre pool.
But as I swam up and down, more pictures kept appearing in the pool.
After 20 laps I brought my camera into the pool.
And caught a few final images before the Autumn glow was gone for the day.