The sea is the end. Out from our inland empires and the tangled roads that cross their acres, the coast ends our wandering. The dark titan, its surface glittering in the rays of the sun, heaving its mass below the arcs of white waves. The cold wind brings salt to our noses. Back there are well trod paths. Entanglements. Tired and broken people. Out there is something new. Unreachable. Unknowable. Until we take that first step into the freezing wash.
Paddy Dobson
10th July 2021