It’s that time of the year when I like to plunge into the murky waters of Tattingstone reservoir. Could it be more glamorous? The thrill of the wild expanse of water, evoking memories of long forgotten dips in the Stour twixed Flatford and Dedham. Beany, Walster and Neil looking on disapprovingly.

As ever there’s a little bit of charity involved as well. So dig deep, any donation however large or small will be greatly appreciated. Especially the large ones.

I’m off now to acclimatise by jumping in to a stagnant stale bread infested pond.