Alright stop, collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention. Centuries of neutrality by the Swiss has developed thick skins and thick skulls. Traits that were in high demand this morning as the temperature plunged to 5 degrees overnight.
Something grabs a hold of me tightly. Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. 300 metres off the point we ran into trouble today. A dark shape on the surface blocked out the feeble twilight dawn. Chippo ploughed headfirst into it. A crack like a twisted ice tray sounded across the bay. The Swiss missile hit the midpoint of the iceberg that had floated into the bay, and he relentlessly muscled through the mass. I watched as an ice blue shape plunged downwards like a broken Titanic taking out a forlorn encrusted motor bike just off the bower.
Rusty and Chippos Pitch report
6 degrees. Carpark is empty at 6am. A beach boys song mocks me. A hint of mist in the air. 17.2 with icicles. As we swim out Duncan shivers in his wetsuit. Past the point the Governor attracts the only jimble in the bay, or was it his scars and a phantom sting? Searching for warm patches, Shelley clarity goes through the roof. Swell is building as we head towards high tide. At the point on the way back a rogue wave sweeps through. I somersault with amazing grace across the rocks eating foam and wondering what hit me. Exiting to a hot water bottle and a mental note must buy some ugg boots.
6.30 has broken
Orange is the new black. Keep my composure, when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
Sarge after his run, about to head in. Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade
Chippo with head dent. Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
You’re as cold as ice, cold as ice I know.
Thanks for the swim team. Don’t let your true love run cold!
Over and out,
Chippo, Melanie Griffith and Rusty the Fish
inspiration from Carolinebytheocean and Vanilla Ice
