Swing-swing-swing along

Run. Run. Run. I often run to the Grahamstown Grey Dam.
Tired. Tired. Wow it’s a far run, and every time I take this far run I so desperately want to jump into the water to cool off, because by that time my body is hot, hot hot, but there is this one problem; I am terrified of cold water, and Grahamstown as we all know has a weather man that so kindly graces us with all four of the seasons in one day, how delightful.
The water always looks evilly tempting, like Eves apple; yet once you are in, you freeze. So I decided for my “I have never done this before task” that I would not only brave the iciest water, but that I was going to do it in style. There is an old swing that is tied to one of the biggest trees at the dam. So I swung like a craze Jane from the tree, SPLASH and then there was silence… and before my head had reached the surface it was shit shit shit!