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I'm 39 years old, well at writing of this I was.  I trained as an Engineer back in the 80's. Thats 1980's to those who think I'm older :0).
Now currently working within the security industry.

Mariners dreams, was thought up as my way to get back to sailing once again after a break of about 23 years while being away doing various vocations.  As I now work towards getting back to the sea, as I was brought up with sailing from the tender age of 3 until the draw of bikes, booze and birds, (girls to our American friends)attracted me away from sailing.  A time I have long since regretted.
For those who have had a pastime, and lost it soon realise how much they miss it as my prose below will illustrate.
The call of the sea is so strong, as I sit in my own island within this land in which no oar is dipped.
Its strains of the rat-race seem ever more intense as the pressure to achieve is piled up to the heights of a mountain range.
I miss the tranquil days on millpond waters, where gentle ripples are made by the everyday  existence of the sea�s multitude of fascinating creatures. # Interrupted only a fish intent on its daily struggle for life.

The mackerel sky tells a tale of impending winds, which will soon whip the sea into a foaming rage, disturbed by its own misshapen forms.
The ever strengthening wind still has its own sweet song, as it rushes past the rigging of the tall ships at anchor. It seems to give each ship its own voice, to be aired against the tyrant from on high.
The day, as it draws to a close, dusk and the reduced tones of the dying wind, the clouds disappear, to reveal the reddest of sunsets, giving the impression that, some strange force has itself set fire to the sky.
All gets quiet as the night draws in and the birds roost, the nocturnal escapades of the night dwellers starts, with strange calls and  screeches, some so loud that the still is shattered briefly, then nothing.

Rainy days at sea are so diverse, with the force of pure water emanating from the sky, beating the waves into a pliant state, just waiting for its turn,where she can once again take command of the seas and oceans, mother nature once again in her state  to rule the waves as she pleases.
The white horses, in the fresh winds, have their manes blown from the top, in a fine mist, producing miniature rainbows. Great rollers breaking on the shore, with a thunderous crash, smashing pebbles, slowly, ever so slowly, eroding the land with such imperceptible changes. Her angry rages on the wildest of days, crash into the shore, as if fighting the might of the land that dares to invade her territory.
Brave fishermen in trawlers battle against the intensity of all nature's ferocity, with chapped hands and stinging faces; these men of toughened sinew toil with their virtuous spoils to feed the masses.

The relentless ebb of the tide reveals its own secrets of the deep; the sunken ship, the flotsam and jetsam of centuries of maritime exploits.  let alone the wealth of life found in the isolated pools. Like, life support systems, of mother nature.

Then all to soon the secrets of the past are covered, and the time of wondering what lurks in the deep begins once more. The rise of the tide covers the mud flats, as a silk sheet being pulled over a bed. Boats once lifeless, but now careened by the ebb, gradually  rise, as if waking from a deep slumber.
Wading birds once feverishly searching for their next meal, fly to their nests until the next tide brings forth its silent call to dine. Swans move on to scrounge from the people walking by the coastline, gulls, ever-eager to take advantage of easy-pickings flock in such abundance, that mid-air collisions would seem to be inevitable.

These are but some of the intense feelings I have, and have had for the sea, ever since I started sailing with my parents, at the tender age of three. This carried on until the lure of women, motorbikes, and booze, tempted me away. A decision I have regretted ever since.
Although I have discovered many new and exciting pastimes, I still try and return to the sea, at every available opportunity.
A friend in need...is a pain in the arse..lol. Just kidding folks.

Be good to the people on the way up you may need them on the way down !!!
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