Through the Dark Night, Far Away

You can't sit at the harbour any more. To get this photo, I had to sneak into the Oyster Bar's car park, and lean over the fence which bears the sign; "this is a working port, unauthorised admission is not permitted DANGER".

When we were little, there was nothing nicer than to have a drive down to the harbour and then guided by the safe hands of mum and dad, be held up to climb on the harbour wall and watch out to the sea beyond. Loads of families would be down there, doing exactly the same thing.

Loads of kids, and their dads would be sitting at the wall side, and on the little pontoon with their rods, and a bucket for their catch. Not any more. It's DANGEROUS.

When I was a little older, in the throws of a tempestuous relationship, I had just discovered that the one I was infatuated with, was in fact infatuated with my friend, and had been getting intimately infatuated with her behind my back! (Oh Jees the things we rowed about - and only to discover he was a complete W*&^er eh?, [she's reading this now]).

I sat on the wall, just directly under the Lighthouse and howled my heart out. More I think through mortification that I didn't see it coming that any sense of great loss.

A boy I knew vaguely appeared at my back, and asked if he could help. I bemoaned the world and her brother to him, and he was kind, and comforting and told me all men were B*&*rds.

We walked up to the town and had a coffee, and I thought to myself, things will be okay.

Later, he proved exactly what he meant, about men, by telling some very untrue, but highly creative stories about what me and him had gotten up to!

Nice One Lad! You live and learn!



Edit : Due to the lovely sad image of the picture, I left the story unended... Please do not be sad for me - the bit I missed off was where i announced to a factory floor that I had offered him fun in a multitude of ways, but the mere thought of it brought about a premature arrival which put paid to any fun, lol.