I can’t move my arms or legs. I’ve walked these rocks hundreds of times during my long life, but always during daylight and when the park was open. I hadn’t noticed the seaweed as I walked along the cliff. It was as slippery as ice. Now I lie face down on cold jagged shale as the incoming tide gently sweeps over my body.  Blood mixes with seawater around my face as I hear the foghorn wail and see reflections of light every minute or so.  I’ve often wondered about my final resting place.  Now I know.  I’m where I’ll be.
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Photo source: https://rickholliday.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/portland-head-light-and-fog/

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This was influenced by a news story about a body that washed up at Portland Headlight in March 2025.  I also reflect on my experiences walking on the rocks around Portland Headlight as a young boy and learning (the hard way) how slippery seaweed can be.