you have been steadily ascending a hike of the Valle del Madriu Perafita Claror for a few hours. The sun is a peach roasting slowly in azure skies. You stop for a break, rest weary feet; the hounds wade and drink. Deep in your being there is an urge to swim. You ignore it. Drink coffee. Eat cake. Still it is there – the need to feel that glacial-cold water on bare skin. You have no swimming costume or towel so strip quick and slip into a tumbling pool of frozen needles. The cold bites suddenly and you laugh out loud – whooping with the ridiculous magnificence of it all. Your voice lost in the white noise, you snap underwater; emerge with skin energised, mind clear. You will smile at this memory for days afterwards. These are the moments you write to remember: the call of a river – the reply of your heart.
📷 Andy Garside 💙🌊💦