The Swing Thing

I love a swing.

That lurch in your stomach. The universe changing for a few seconds.

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales...I once got to Paris. Couldn't walk properly for a week!!

Li'l swings in hammocks I brought back from Tobago. They have seen many, many ridiculous swinging attempts. They are now held up with industrial twine and bands that hold stuff onto your car.

Swing when your winning.

JMx