We practically lived there during the school summer holidays. I remember being taught to swim by my Dad - one quick lesson and 'you'll soon get the hang of it'. The man in charge of the place (circa early 1950's) was called Mr Napolean - 'Nappy' we used to call him, always on the lookout for lads sneaking into the girls cabins to have a peek through one of the knot-holes. We'd be sat round the pool smoking (yes smoking) away and when you felt like a swim again you'd stub the fag out in one of the drains!