Unexpected Peril

20 Oct

Do you find it challenging, reading the perils of the ocean?

I could see the white caps bobbing, the waves gently crashing against the shore. But the day was warm and sunny, and the water tempting, so in I ventured.

I’m a pretty strong swimmer for a woman of a certain age, and had little difficulty cruising about six hundred metres. By then, I’d had enough: I was hungry, past my lunch-time. There was only one thing left, and that was to get out.

Aware of the push and pull of the salt water, I headed for the net. But, horror of horrors, the strength of the waves seemed ever more powerful, more concentrated and intense. What had seemed to be the easy way out had become near impossible.

Fact is, I simply couldn’t walk out. Incredible though it seems, the waves were just too powerful to allow me to do so.

My undignified end was to allow myself to be washed ashore, like a piece of flotsam or  jetsam.

A reality check, at least!

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