Rounding the Foreland and holding
the massive wheel to keep her steady, I stood legs apart swaying to leeward,
the sight of home and all the familiar landmarks needed no reference to
compass, every inch of canvas taunt and straining as if she knew our journey
was coming to an end. The unusually gentle North Easterly was pushing us
towards the harbour in the distance on calm seas. I could smell home, I could
hear the thousands of joyful holidaymakers packing the beaches.
The gentle lapping waves in front
of me as she cut deep into the water covered my emotion that rose up in my
whole body; twenty years and then some had passed, there in the distance was
where it had all begun, eager to leave home, eager to see the world I had
ventured out from this place leaving behind all connections to satisfy the need
of youth.
Passing under the white cliffs I
knew my journey had come to an end, I was home and never again would we travel
to distant shores, it was time to settle down.
As much as I can remember in my
sketch of ‘Annabel 2’ I hope you like it.
Thanks for stopping by, please
call again.
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