成人快手

Someone recently poised the question to me...,

"Is there ANYTHING that you ARE afraid of?

Well, surely there is something that each of us is afraid of, be it spiders, heights, flying, or confined spaces.

I'm not afraid of spiders or snakes, although if a Black Mamba wanted to bite my B.U.M., I may have to turn the other cheek. and obviously, if a great white shark came swimming close by, getting up close and personal, I may raise an eyebrow or two.

Over the last week there has been some awful news headlines, from young women being murdered, a nine year old girl going missing last week and still remains missing today.

So yes, I am alert and wary more than frightened, of the weather, storms, earthquakes, of terrorists and of psychopathic murderers. But it does not hinder my life.

So, am I frightened of anything at all??

Well, today as I sat watching the frothing, foaming, angry sea, I thought to myself...

I'm afraid of you,

I always was and I always will be.

Cautiously I ventured out into a sheltered bay, the storm carried on at either side of me, but I was safe, protected by rocks, I had found refuge from the storm.




In the mouth of the bay, I stood for a while taking photographs, I did not notice the swirling waters around my feet. The tide was rushing in.

Time and Tide wait for no man

Mindful of a tragedy which happened a few years ago when at least 21 cockle pickers drowned off Morecambe Bay, I hurried to higher ground.

The cockle pickers had not been so lucky. Working diligently far out in the bay, raking the beach for cockles, they had not noticed the incoming tide.

The tide cut off their escape route and in the growing darkness, they became disorientated and instead of walking to safety, they walked back towards the sea.

All 21 poor souls perished.


Today the weather was petulant
Sunny, calm, still, then brooding clouds gathered, a strong gale blowing, the wind moaning.




The billowing waves rolled in, crashing against the rocks
white froth flew high into the air.

The seagulls fought valiantly against the howling wind, the seals had gone into hiding.

The sea is my only master




She is unforgiving, unrelenting
She does not compromise nor will she negotiate

Whatever your colour, black, white, yellow or brown, she will not discriminate. She doesn't care if you are young or old,
A child or Adult
In summer she will lure you with her blue tranquil waters
So smooth and alluring
She is a temptress, but I will not succumb.

The sea has many tales to tell,
She is bountiful and provides for many
She is home to the creatures we love
Otters, seals, dolphins and whales

But she is a formidable foe and
engulfs the feckless and foolhardy.

the sea commands respect
She is the master

She is my master
The Master and Commander

Defy her at your peril.