Awakening to the wrathful raucousness of the ocean looming upon the sandy shores of Wisemans Bridge ploughing and pummeling into the rocks which rested amongst the strand. We shortly arose up and out into the sea air; so fresh and crisp on a subdued morning in south Wales. A dense mist lay along the horizon; impossible to see further than the near distance. What a sublime way to begin our endevours.

After a momentary converse with our fugitive neighbours we dispersed down towards the foreshore. The beach had not long been covered by the salty waters and had left an intricate pattern behind. A pungent fishy smell invaded my senses; pressumally the scattered alage encirlcing my feet.

Sauntering towards the stream that travelled sout-west of us, our feet thrusting their way through the earth leaving slovenly footprints behind. The salt infested wind blew through my tangled hair; my cheeks coarse and my eyes tingling- I felt refreshed. who said coffee was a good way to wake yourself up?

The subtle murmur of the streaming water folding between the pebbles and shingle were more appreciatble as we neared to it. Admiring such a natural formation I Stopped. Inhaling deeply. I looked out to shore to realise where I had landed and where I once were.

Then it dawned on me, if you want something bad enough. God damn you can make it happen.
Anything can happen.

Peace and Love
Alison