The Sea of Transition

Realising New States of Being

The Bay of Biscay isn’t a picnic much of the time. It’s a peculiarly deep trench of water prone to high waves and turmoil. But I was in a hurry to return to England, and the road through France was too slow, hence for better or worse, the Bay of Biscay was to be my conduit. I stood in Santander harbour with the wind pushing at the waves with vigour. Eye…