Hell Bay. A calm moment, the breeze from the west is steady but light, in this weather, the sea crossing is 'like a millpond'.
Yet a few moments later the rocks are washed in white foam. My great grandfather told tales of heavy seas in this area, the bay being not far from his house, as a sight to behold and fear.
Would that I could be there at such a time, as long as no soul has to bear the suffering and loss.
30th May 2009
