I love these pictures by Joanne Ho, of tiny bathers frolicking on what looks like a Greek Island. I like that they’re all wearing bright, patterned suits and that some of them even have pink or turquoise hair. There’s something so simple and idyllic about this work. It’s just the sort of thing we should all hang in our bathrooms, so we can drift off to warm and whimsical places when the cold is wearing us down.

I came across this photo of Laguna Verde, at the south most tip of Bolivia today. “It is one of several striking coloured lakes, including the Laguna Colorada, where the fiery red waters and arctic-white shores (a result of salt and borax deposits) contrast with the colour of the lake’s three species of breeding flamingos,” says the Telegraph’s travel writer, Tim Jepson. Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance Kid are buried in the cemetery of a local village, San Vicente and the lake is backed by the dormant 19,555ft Licancábur volcano. Let’s go.

There’s nothing like swimming in salt water, but I do love the feeling of lake water, too. The water in the Adirondacks was beautiful, so fresh and clean. And a few days earlier, we were in Woodstock, diving into a swimming hole / bucket of ice cold water. Both felt wonderful. But unlike sea water, I find it disconcerting that you can’t see the bottom of lakes. I imagine snakes and leaches all around me. I imagine coming nose to nose with a trout. “Swimming in fresh water has its challenges, because you don’t have the buoyancy you have in the sea,” I can hear my Dad saying. He swims for hours in the sea, always has done. One day, I’d like to swim a major distance, be it lake, sea or ocean. I’d enjoy the challenge, and the feeling of being an amphibian for a day.