Looking out to sea, I always expect something to happen. Perhaps the dorsal fin of a shark to stealthily emerge from the depths and slalom through the waves. Maybe a whale to suddenly leap into the sky and bellyflop back into the blue. Perhaps even a brass-helmeted deep sea diver to drag himself from the surf and crash along the shingle on the shore in his big lead-lined boots.
But when I’m on vacation and paying for a view, I not only expect something to happen, I demand that something happens. Alas, all I get is storm clouds across the bay. If I’m lucky there could be a cruise ship looming on the horizon, so far away that it seems to be stationery, anchored in a sunlit spot in the middle of the ocean.
Oh well, I guess I should be grateful to be just sitting here on the deck in peace and quiet. After all, there desperate men on distant coasts for whom the kraken has been released. My only worries are overcooking the cod and running out of booze.
Photo by me
