Hells Bells, and Barometers

I'm venturing out a bit

quietly after bereavement

wanting new friends and a wider circle

The old life too tight a safe harbour

without the anchor man

But cannot really advertise

its not allowed for widows

who still stand on the jetty or the Cobb at Lyme

But I made a friend and went out a few times

scarily rather running the motor (surely not) but yes

dreams of ebbing and flowing and great swells raged

(whisper in my ear Captain Cat)

Then a girl first mate took my advice and tried that area of the virtual sea

Rockall obviously

Guess who she emailed and who replied?

I sail on serenely , I have no rights here

but underneath

hells bells

I saw that Marlin first