Believe it the Brockwell Icicles only gone and got themselves invited to the annual swim gala at the biggest (not as good as Brockwell) Lido in the whole of Europe. The one the only Tooting Bec .... oh hec. What an impressive expanse of water it is topped off with the most magnificent wedding cake of a fountain.

Fountain cake

Now what you have to know is that although the Brockwell Icicles have an impressive history stretching back many a year, and were one day probably an orderly and organised bunch. This is modern times and this incarnation are in the main more unruly and disordered. Its a marvel that this comic bunch managed to organise themselves at all. But life's full of wonders and with the sterling efforts of @kingwellfish we were organised in to teams, with times arranged to meet.

So meet we did. Transport organised, togs packed and off we tootled to Tooting.

Not as good as Brockwell

What glories await only time would tell . . . . but like a band of over excited seal pups we gathered outside for our shoal photo, and what a fine bunch of modern day icicles we looked.

Swimming might be our first love but cake eating and making come a very close second. So there you have it centre stage our weapon of choice resplendent in its icicle glory . . . our very own edible Brockwell Lido made by @TimSutton and Katy with virtual assistance from Ms. Perfect curve (you know who you are)

Let the battle commence . . . . . I know its all about taking part and not so much about the gory glory but as the races got underway it started to dawn on me that maybe, just maybe we weren't going to win. But fight we did  . . in the races we entered, anyho why enter ever race that would be far too sensible and quite frankly Mr. Shankly a race to far. Our swimming glory came to the fore in the final relay, can i just say we excelled ourselves and never will our organisational skills be called into question. Go icicles go.....

Costume to go

No fear

What no icicles

What i so love about the icicles is that we just so don't manage to get it together . . . its the Brockwell way but bouy and girl we have masses of fun along the way. I would hazard a guess that we have the most fun and that's what its all about.

So where did we come last of courseicle but someone has to and it couldn't of happened to a better swim club. By my reckoning we can call ourselves a swim club if we are swimming in galas with the likes of the SLSC and the Serps.

Cake wars though . . . we blew the competition out of the water  . . . winners after all phew

Medals all round