The Hot House and Skinny Dipping

When I was working at Berri, the summers were hot and we had no air conditioning or insulation in our flat.  It was one of two flats joined together and made out of “Breeze Blocks”.  Rough, partly hollow, concrete bricks.  The inside walls were just the rough surface and after a couple of hot days they just radiated heat into the rooms.  The bedrooms were small with the beds up against the wall so you had to lie away from them if you wanted to try and get some sleep.

One night some friends and I decided we’d cool down by Skinny Dipping in the river.  We drove to a nice secluded place, cast off our clothes and went into the river.  The River Murray isn’t a safe place for swimming unless you stay within the markers at designated spots but we couldn’t go Skinny Dipping at the usual swimming place, Martin’s Bend because other people might have been around.  No way was I going to venture far from the bank where we were but as it happened I wasn’t in the water all that long.

The dark always plays tricks on your mind making things much scarier than they would ever seem in daylight. The area was dark, the river was dark and we couldn’t see into the water at all. If you are Skinny Dipping every bit of you is exposed so when I felt little creepy crawlies start nibbling at my legs it was very easy to imagine them exploring further and no matter how much I thrashed my legs about the bugs just wouldn’t be deterred. Then into my mind flashed the knowledge that the river is also home to much bigger “bugs”,  Yabbies!  I soon made the dash to the bank and my clothes.

You didn’t know that about Nana did you?

A Yabbie
A Yabbie

Author: macmsue

I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”

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