To The Sea


Quite early this morning I bundled into my dad’s car and we set off in convoy behind my mum. Heading off to the unlikely Royal Quays to photograph a burial at sea. The light was beautiful and dreamy. The water was so still, it was clear why today was chosen to make the journey out.

We didn’t board the boat, we stood with some others at the shore. It seems like a peaceful way to go. It would be nice if all the people who join you on the boat could come too. I worry about it being lonely and cold for the person being buried, although I guess you wouldn’t mind.



“Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?” ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea



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