Friday, 26 June 2015

MISTY SURFING @ MAWGAN PORTH, JUNE, 2015...

Three Oystercatchers In A Mist Opportunity…

Engulfing sea-mist
Made one almost close one’s ears
With clutching, clinging hands
For protection and the prevention
Of seeping into and infiltrating one’s consciousness;
But then one looked up
And one’s incomprehensible fears,
With birds’ wrenching, winging flight,
Found redemption and the resurrection
Of gripping onto and re-establishing one’s assertiveness…

Pete Ray
June 2015

Mist descended...

Pleased to leave the sea? Nah...


Horrendous mist as I walked to the sea, where I was the only surfer to enter. Generally, at Mawgan Porth, when I enter the waves, an Oystercatcher flies above me, across the bay but this time, there were three. 
A Lifeguard then closed the beach to bathers and surfers. 
Safety. 

Hmm… 

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