North

By the time I finished my swim at lunchtime this felt like a lie.

The north wind had picked up and was blowing straight down the pond, leaving a very neat line of yellow leaves pushed up against the boundary rope.

The water surface was rippling and an icy draught caught you as you climbed back up on to the jetty.

Definitely a low, not a high five.

 

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