Rocks of Fleet Bay
Silurian, Devonian, Breccia, Quartz, Syncline.
Such beautiful words, all with a sense of mystery about them. As a child I always loved such words and can remember reading Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea when I was twelve and his use of pseudo-scientific names gave great veracity to his fantasy tale.
“The heightening sun lit the mass of waters more and more. The soils changed by degrees. To the fine sand succeeded a perfect causeway of boulders, covered with a carpet of molluscs and zoophytes. Amongst the specimens of these branches I noticed some placenae, with thin unequal shells, a kind of ostracion peculiar to the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean; some orange lucinda with rounded shells; rock-fish three feet and a half long, which raised themselves under the waves like hands ready to seize one. There were also some panopyres, slightly luminous; and lastly, some oculines, like magnificent fans, forming one of the richest vegetations of these seas.”
I’m pretty sure that this book confirmed my fascination with science fiction and with the magic and romance of words, such that, in my third age, that would be the Proterozoic in geological terms, I have turned to writing. Writing becomes a place where you can unfold all your desires, fears and romance, and cast out the darkness that inhabits the space that exists somewhere between your heart and your head.
Sound of manic laughter as he grabs pen and paper…..