GUARDIANS OF LIGHT

By Mike Fox ‘Isn’t that a rip tide?’ Clive Carey released his grip on the thwart which bore his weight and pointed towards a fierce-looking swell. Jimmy Cross, boatman, or self-described ‘coastal pilot’, continued to pull on his oars. ‘Just a bit of turbulence, Mr Clive. Nothing to fret about. I could traverse this stretch READ MORE