I’m normally in the confines of our sheltered bay, I always marvel at the clear expanse of blue water, the many merchant ships going to and fro, the majesty of the cruise liners that occasionally dock and the many recreational boats enjoying a days sailing or fishing.
My travels often take me past the many miles of golden beaches, the promenades, the hotels and of course holidaymakers or locals simply having a good time.
Yesterday was different.
Perhaps once or twice a month I have to drive further up the coast, the unsheltered coastline, it’s rugged, wild and with nothing in sight the vastness of the ocean hits home, the waters are rough (it was rough yesterday but the picture in no way does it justice.) Bleak and uninviting it seems to go on forever.
And it’s when I do this trip that I think of the poor souls on Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, thought to be down on the seabed thousands of kilometers from me, my heart goes out to them and their loved ones.