Though our voyage on the ocean waters was brief it was exhilarating and soothing. Our trip amounted to merely dipping our our toes in almost infinite waters, yet it was easy to see how the ocean had inspired poets through the ages, from Homer to Melville.
The ocean is something so primal that it seeps between heart and gut and grabs hold. Perhaps the memory of it is so deep in our cells that we can never forgets and the sound of crashing waves call us home.
Perhaps the similarity between sea and blood calls out to each other and the rhythm of the sea controls the beating heart. Whatever the attraction it is easy to understand the despair the sea can also evoke, for what writer can find the words to convey all that the infinite sea can define with its mere existence.
Drinking from the wine dark sea was tiring and when we returned to the hard shore our exhaustion was great and we slept through the afternoon, a rest that would have grievous consequences on the nights sleep.
We met Hayley’s parents and found that Hayley's Father and Colin are two men cut from the same cloth. They are both thrilled by anything that is man-made and fast and preferably more than a little dangerous and they love hashing out tiny details.
We drove about Dorset countryside alot today, a most beautiful country. On our trips we passed the Maiden Castle, a native hill fort conquered by the Romans which I would dearly love to explore but for which we did not have time. We did, however, manage to stop at the giant of Cerne Abbas, a great chalk figure carved out of the turf on a hillside, outlined in white. He was well muscles and brandished a club and no one could say his true age. He also sports an enormous phallus, which made him the butt of many jokes but also a fertility symbol of some power and, we were told, was usually populated at night by great herds of beasts with two backs.
We had the strange and slightly surreal experience this evening of watching what was deemed an important football match between England and Germany. Given the energies involved, and the intense emotion, I can only be glad that the two formally warring powers have chosen sport as the ground for their future conflicts.
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