The Cave

Last night I was at a rocky beach at low tide. There was a prominent sign :-
'Beware Of Strong Currents'
I stood on a rocky platform and wondered why the currents could be so strong. Then I looked behind and to the right. There was a deep cave in the cliffs.
It sloped down to an underground river far below. Geologically unlikely.
I moved closer to the cave, I could hear the river roaring, it seemed to echo inside my head.
So when the tide rose, water would pour down into the cave, together with any unfortunate paddler or swimmer.
Suitably equipped, that could be an adventure and save years of therapy delving into the subconscious.

Nothing Sacred

Alone and walking endlessly through a bog towards a distantly remembered pool. It was in the furthest corner of my mind, a deserted and seldom visited place. As I approached I recalled from years ago that it was deep and crystal clear containing beautiful fish. But I knew if I got there I would be at the furthest possible point from any safety. Suddenly, as I rounded a corner which revealed the pool, I saw a thriving water sports centre that had opened at the pool side. Young people milling about with kayaks, mobile phones and ipods etc
I was shocked but realised that even at that remote place in my subconcious there could be surprises and possible places of safety.