Sweaty

For a period in my life I was a frequent gym-goer. I hated the sporty gym I first used and, after a few months, I found a gym in the basement of a posh hotel which no-one else used.

This was my idea of Paradise, and it also had a small sauna.

I found myself using it four or five times a week (it was a new city and I knew no-one there).

Apart from the way it made my skin feel, I miss the smell of the hot wood.

The hotel was owned by a Swedish company so the sauna had been done properly.

I spent very long periods in there at temperatures which, today, would probably kill me after five minutes.

And I would occasionally be rewarded by a visit from someone such as this, gyms, for some reason, seeming to attract people with very fit bodies.

Alas, no-one ever engaged in the sort of show-and-tell we've covered in this sequence, but it's brought back happy memories. Oh, yes.