"With domineering hand she moves the turning wheel,
Like currents in a treacherous bay swept to and fro"
Sometimes it feels like life may well be fated; like one of those computer roleplay games where you learn something from a passing conversation that becomes useful later on.
Two weeks ago I was windsurfing in Cornwall. Charlie, one of the instructors, told me about the agony he'd experienced after stepping on a Weaver fish the day before and how a guy in the cafe had made him put his foot in near-to-boiling water to denature the poison from the fish's spines. Two weeks later I was surfing in Hell's Mouth, when I felt a sting in my left foot. There was a moment of dread but fortunately there was a rather cute surfing instructor with a flask of hot water and a guy in a mobile cafe who gave me some more.
Watch out for those Weevers, especially at low tide (no-one likes to see a grown man cry!). I'll probably wear booties from now on...
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