The Tale

The cliff edge drops into the waves A tower plunging both up and down. Here by my feet tufts of gorse threaten to snag ankles trip and release me to the crashing sea below. I shuffle to keep my balance, lean into the strident wind, gulp down my fear of heights. Later in the cozy village pub I will boast that I had trod upon the very rim of peril and danger. I will tell all who will listen how I laughed at the storming ocean, the raging sky, the fearsome height, but not until my still trembling thoughts had been drowned by three pints of strong ale.