James, 12The freezing cold splashes on the metal poles.
Fish jump leaving ripples, fading away… slowly.
Eels, lurking in the shallows, waiting to pounce.
The ducks soar high, before coming in for a landing.
A small breeze whistles through the old matagouri scrub.
Our warf creaks and moans as I stumble into position.
The sparkling water appears to wink as we look down, preparing to jump.