Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

The week past quietly enough and was filled with fishing boats and days at sea, Sailor was content to visit with the fish mongers and meander through the village thoroughfares; there was even that special trip to the open market that was very interesting. But the very air began to feel different to Sailor and it seemed to signal change, a change he didn't necessarily want. Always now this feeling dogged his steps; almost a part of him now: this nameless apprehension. Something was going to happen and soon! Was it meant for the town or for him? He could not tell because as the week progressed this feeling became like fog, enveloping Sailor, making things unclear and hard to see. It was like being swallowed into something or somewhere... Yes, that was it ~ somewhere. A place, different from here? But 'here' was the only place Sailor knew, the only place that was familiar to him. He was leaving! He felt that too and it frightened him. 

The story gets creepier from here 


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An Island Blizzard for Easter

It started yesterday evening and continued through the long, dark and cold night. We finally managed to get rid of the snow just to have a blizzard of it come back. Significant snow fall of 10 to 15 cm and winds above 90 km. 


I had 4 barn cats in overnight, 3 grey and 1 black ~ that I finally tamed enough to pick up and bring in; she won't come in any other way. I doubt I'll be seeing any of the other farm cats unless they venture out my way. So, of course, nobody is going out today in this nasty blizzard. 

Sheltered from the Blizzard that hit Prince Edward Island last night and today ~ Easter weather!!


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Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

He started off again picking his way and carefully jumping from rock to stone. At one point his hind leg slipped and went down into the estuary. Sailor hastily retrieved it and shook it wildly before licking off the rest of the moisture before continuing on. The sky was a pure dark blue as the ruins and trees reflected themselves in the waters below. Sailor paused a moment, squatting on a stone. As he pricked his ears to listen he heard nothing, absolutely nothing. No bird flew, no frog jumped, not even a cricket chirped. He look about nervously remembering the reason no one ever ventured this way.

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