White peaks roll into the distance, mountains of silver and slate. Lightning exposes the scene - the contours frozen, caught at an instant in time. Moonlight returns a different canvas. What was, is now gone.
The bleakness and beauty combine to leave a lasting impression on anyone brave or foolish enough to visit and believe they can be master of this place.
The howling of the wind, the creaking of ropes under strain and the roar of the ocean remind the traveller as he gazes across these rolling mountains that neither Neptune nor man can control this enormous force.
It’s muscular power with one hand holds us safe and with the other smites us. To deliver us safely home or to swat us like a fly should we dare to think we know its purpose. This is a place we shall never rule.
GMP October 2002
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