Third jump, from a local quite high bridge, already jumped the two previous times.
Winter, no wind, thursday end of afternoon, getting out of work.
Huge snowflakes slowly getting down, covering the metal corner of the bridge where we usually put our feet and push (well... 'push', not that hard. After all, it's a bridge).
This evening, everything is frozen, the bridge fence also, and everything is really slipping.
I take sooo much time to get ready, hand held, and get on the good side of the fence taking care not to slip.
There, I realize I've absolutly no way just to make a *nice* straight step. I *will* slip, then go head down, or twist, or what else. For a 3rd jump, I want to be clean.
I found a bold screwed on the metal surface, and put a foot on it, using it to get some grip.
I jump, and I start going head down. Not that much, but for a 3rd jump, this scared me. Opening very hard, but on heading.
The snow's still falling dense, and through I know the landing, and can't see nothing but some blurred white and grey ground.
15 meters before ground, I see the ground MOVING.
Then I land amongst a herd of frozen and scared sheeps that I just awoke, spreading away in the field.
What kind of cruel farmer can let their animals in such a cold... Nico