There was the ferry in front of me for the crossing over to Newcastle. I
was glad that I gave a little extra time to find my way to the dock, because
each push on my skateboard, seemed to cover as much distance as usual, but
never seen to reduce that between me and the ferry. After an hour or what felt
like it, I finally made it in to the boarding gates and on board and on time,
just.
I wrote my post cards, read my book and dropped off to sleep, reflecting
on all the crazy adventures the last three months had held.
It was still dark when I woke up, a golden light just creeping over the
horizon. So I made my way on deck to watch the sun rise over the sea. One of a
handful I'd seen on the trip, and approached from the side that doesn't require
sunglasses. If I over romanticised sunsets in words, I'm ashamed to not capture
this as well in photos. It was something of an impressionist's wet dream (no
pun intended), and something that you will have to forgive me for the blurred
exposure. Though a grey sky would have been accepted, such great way of waking
made a brilliant closure to the adventure over the mainland.
When mid morning broke, the sky did not stay as
clear, but it was still crisp and pleasant as seagulls started to fly over the
boat. A sense of familiarity started to set in as we passed the cargo ships,
entering the industrial bay, there was even a little sand on the shore line. If
not a whole likeness to its namesake and my home town, it was certainly enough
to generate some nostalgic thoughts. That's to say, three months of that intense
experience, changed me more as a person than I feel years may have at home.
One of the best wake ups
UK arrival
Well worth any cold
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