This is listed as SciFi, because it hasn't quite happened yet, but honestly it is just around the corner, maybe fifty, a hundred or if we are lucky, perhaps even two hundred years away. Unless we dramatically and speedily reverse the warming of our planet, sea levels will continue to rise, as we have seen in many places around the world, flooding the edges of continents and countries, submerging cities and farmland, obliterating factories, transport, and communications on land, in the air, and in the ether.

I only found out the extent of the problem when looking to move home, and exploring places closer to the sea. aware of talk about sea defences and flood alert systems newly established locally, I decided I would be cautions and check the sea level predictions and insurance company data for the next twenty to fifty years before going to visit places on my list. What I found you will already know . But if like me you are caught by surprise by what our nations are formally preparing for, you will not sleep tonight with out dreaming.

Along our cliff top paths there is a wild gusty wind blasting right off the sea and a wide unfettered horizon. You can look out like your Neandertal ancestors to see what they saw, feel the wind spray as they felt it, hear the thundrous drawback of the uplift and the deep dark crashing of waves on rock and shingle. You become your other self there. They say a cliff top walk is bracing, blows the cobwebs away. It blows aeons away.

During the first Stone Age, things were made to last. Axes were made from high quality stone and perfectly polished to last for generations. For some unknown reason, the second stone age descended into a throw away world like ours. I dont know why. People stopped making highly polished tools and just made rough stones on the spot, to do the job, leaving them behind rather than carry them with them, making more at the next place where they needed them. They had factories that churned out huge. They didn't feel at home the same way they had before. They didn't treasure their stones the same as before. Was art lost during the dark years of survival in caves of the Mediterranean or in the ice covered igloos made of mammoth carcasses in the north? I don't think so. Art developed in the caves and we can see it still today. Maybe art it became separated from a business of living. Then I wonder did the sacredness of all things slip into the sacredness of away from things?

Why then do I want to go to the edges of my world? Am I going backwards or forwards? Towards or away from?