Jumping in

I am an outdoor swim enthusiast.  I swim year-round.  Without a wetsuit.  My second home is the water.  I spend a lot of time in its wonderful embrace, be it the English Channel or a vast outdoor (and, importantly, unheated) pool in South London.

Swimming is a passion.  But why I swim is about so much more than exercise.  Fresh air and daylight are vital to my wellbeing.

A holiday some time ago 'down under' was a swim fest.  Beyond my wildest dreams.  I had read about the beaches, and the pools.  But I got so much more than I bargained for.  I found lakes and reservoirs.  I found peaceful private swimming.  It was joyful.  In the extreme.  

A swim is capable of curing so much.  Jet lag for starters.  Fatigue.  Heartbreak.  Disappointment.  

The water has yet to let me down.  I take myself to the water.  I find my self in the water.

I am a creature of habit.  My four or five swims a week follow largely the same routine.  Of which I never tire.  

I come.  I swim.  I feel.  

Often better.  Always different.

Swimming somewhere for the first time is always an adventure.  And, on arriving in Tasmania, was not something I had much had much opportunity to do for a long while.  I could not help but smile when I asked a Ranger in the National Park whether it was possible to swim in the lakes...  

"Well, yes, you can swim in any of our lakes.  People sometimes do that..."

This particular person could hardly wait.  Little did he know, it was the primary purpose of the trip, and the priority behind purchasing the Parks Pass.