TALES FROM UP NORTH
Pete Kelly
It’s mid-February, I’ve just come off the lake and I’m having trouble holding the pen still to write these words while I’m warming up in the car with a hot flask of coffee; the cup steaming up the window, so I have to wipe it every now and then to enjoy my lake view. I’m bloody freezing and despondent after months of bad weather. Why do we do it? My mind takes a trip back to other swims, in warmer months, when swimming does not involve mild hypothermia.