
There is something primal in the deep water, something engulfing and expansive in an uninterrupted horizon over an unfathomable deep.
A couple of years ago, I was taken onboard a catamaran past the Tomaree Heads on a gloomy and grey day. There was a point, after passing a solitary lighthouse on a spit of land that stretched out into the water, when we left the modern world - the one we built - behind to be swallowed into the primitive.