Sunday, 4 January 2015
Still and Silent
By first light, the decks were icy and the world around us was covered with a beautiful, but freezing frost. The skies are grey and damp permeates your body as you walk along the sea wall. There is not a whisper of wind and the incoming tide is strangely still. There is not one other soul around and you feel as if you could be the only person in the world. The mist has now descended on the water giving it an eerie covering, just as you imagine the River Styx would be. The forecast for later is stormy and windy, but for now the world is silent and still.