"September is still fine for swimming," Bellamy protested. "Any later and it'd be too cold." England wasn't exactly the tropics, but it was still nice enough weather that Bell thought they could manage it. The sun was shining, after all, which was a fortuitous sign, and the copse of trees would shelter them from any gusts of wind. This was probably the best place in England to go swimming at this time of year, now that he thought about it.

"And don't worry about swimming clothes. It's not like there's any girls around," he pointed out as he climbed to his feet, already reaching to pull his own shirt off over his head.

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