Stroke of Fate

Four lithe bodies cut the water at Auckland's National Aquatic Centre.

A prosthetic leg is propped against the poolside cage of balls and foam mats, its metal knee joint curving out to a shiny black socket bearing a silver fern. At the end of lane six a wheelchair awaits.

Here, their owners can shed their props, their differences sliding under the cover of this wet, blue cloak of anonymity