It was foggy, full of promise for a wet and drizzly day.

As she looked out to sea, deliberately pushing away the gloomy thoughts threatening to take hold, her thoughts wandered to those out there.

Not the ones who still had blood pumping round their bodies but rather those who never made it back to dry land.

Boys and men lost, loved by mothers and sweethearts. Trapped in the wrecks of ancient ships that were now just tourist sites for the seasonal divers.

No such visitors today. Summer was over (had it ever really arrived?) and a new season was...

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I was nearly there. The red top of the lighthouse was within my grasp. Just a few more steps and I would be in a place my father had talked about during many a bedtime story.

Pride emanated from him as he used to whisper to me about the foreign vessels that he was witness to on the shore.

I remember shivers radiating through my skin as he once described the stolen ship that had been taken over by the French pirates. Shaving so close to the rocks had caused much of the treasure to fall overboard into the sea...

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I didn't see my first Lighthouse until I was 28 years old. When I did though it had the same sense of mystery and power that you always imagined Lighthouses to have from reading stories and poems in which The Lighthouse was the start attraction of the piece, seeming to not only guide ships in the night but hold the mysteries of the sea. I wasn't the only one to be so impressed with my first Lighthouse having to fight for a space against its tall walls to have my picture taken, alongside various other tourists, who'd made the trek...

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Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. That's what she kept telling herself as she drove through the beckoning water drops falling down both inside and out. She could hardly see but knew it was the right thing to do. There's no way she could stay, he hated her for what she was, what she had achieved. It wasn't her fault he resented her for wanting to do what was right.

Crash - and it all was over. Her last thought was her baby and how she would make a great mum, visions of...

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Sarah's excitement about back-packing around the world had been building for months as her departure date grew closer. With this came an ever increasing list of things to do and more importantly to Sarah, things to buy, she didn't afterall want to be the least fashionable backpacker in Peru, despite other friends who'd gone on similar adventures telling her 'Once you get there, you won't care what you look like.' So hours and hours later of jamming her backpack with the latest boho looks from Urban Outfitters, 10 pairs of shoes and 10 bangles, Sarah's mother came into the room...

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What had just happened? He tried to focus on where he was but his head was aching. Why wasn't she with him?
Vivid images started to flash into his head and his limbs tingled with the sensation of cold.

The boat. It was gone and it had angrily and unjustly taken her with it. There was nothing that he could have done - or was there?

As he had grasped her wrist with all the strength in his body, he had looked into her blue frightened eyes. Suddenly his hold on her had weakened and she fell down into the...

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He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet.

"Mummy, Mummy!" he yelled, his face flushed and eyes gleaming with excitement.

"What is it, sweetheart?" I asked, my heart in my mouth, fearing the worst.

Surely nothing terrible had happened in those few short minutes since I'd turned my back and left him to his own devices?

Unconsciously scanning his body for weeping wounds, gaping gashes or odd shaped bones like a Men in Black zapper I began to relax.

"What's happened now?" I said, smiling at my golden child.

"Mummy, I rode up the hill...

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