Running Aground

It is fairly difficult to run aground in Portsmouth Harbour. After all, mighty aircraft carriers and huge cross-Channel ferries berth there but in a strong breeze of 25mph, struggling to control alone my little old boat, I ran straight aground on a sand bank. As in other crises in life, if you run aground first you don’t know it’s happened. Then because everything is slowing you think something much worse has happened. Then comes anger, despair, and finally resignation because if you’re on a falling tide you’re going to be there upwards of twelve hours in an extremely uncomfortable position and there’s absolutely nothing you can do. You can pray but nature will not relent. That is the beauty of nature, it is not driven by anger or aggression or envy or pride. Nature is driven simply by nature.