Struggling to let go of this image in my latest very small edit of Britain Loves Africa: Have a look.

So many that are hard to loose, but this one perhaps only speaks to me. I had swam in this spot in Lake Victoria (Uganda) the previous night at the end of what felt like an epic journey to nowhere. I was on an ill-advised mission to see an old friend/lover/proper nutcase who I hadn’t seen for 7 years. He thought we might take off where we ended all those years ago, but I found the black lake more appealing. To the soundtrack of frog-song that night-swim was a sweet antidote to my journey. The next morning I wanted to see where we’d swam. Now instead of black it was many many shades of green, and we swam again.