Bound to the Shore
A huge forgotten rope lies sprawled across the rocky breakwater, weathered to the same colour as the boulders it rests on. Its ends have started to fray but it still looks strong. It seems like it is hiding amongst the rocks, trying to become one of them, not wishing to leave its land-based haven. A rusting chain cascades from its fixing over the sand and shingle, the links eventually disappearing into the sea. Like members of vast extended family each desperately holding hands so as not to be pulled apart. On the slipway, two large linkages are inter-connected, a permanent union in iron and stone. Are they happy to be bound together forever or would they rather be solo and free? Then I remember - it’s just a shoreline, smile, and turn to walk home.