Jody Jones
MY FAVOURITE WILD SWIMMING SPOT
The crisp, cool breeze brushes the loose strands of hair that poke out from under my swimming hat. I look out over the lake. There are only a handful of swimmers this morning. The nights are longer and the temperature is dropping. I know that a fresh, slightly stinging feeling on my skin awaits me where the water meets the steps from the jetty. I can hear the tell-tale splash of another swimmer already cutting their way through the glassy surface of the lake, making ripples with their stroke.