There be Dragons

Misty murky hazy grey

Is that salt or dust in the air today?

Leaden louring dismal fey

The end of the world might look this way

Fuzzy furry, views decay

Chaotic sea and wind tossed spray

Sealine skyline foggy fade

Nothing to see across the bay

Blurry bleary much dismay

Edge of the map would this portray

To each of you I should convey....

...THERE, BE DRAGONS....

And in case you are left wondering, first you should know that beyond the edge of the charted world 'there be dragons'. 

What happens when you get to the edge of the charted world? 

Well we always assumed you'd fall off, but F has been there and says that the uncharted world is a place of grey nothing, no lines, no shapes, no light, nothing to focus on. Even your peripheral vision can't detect a sneaky shape lurking in the grey woolly blanketness of the seascape that lies in the place where the charts don't overlap. There is no horizon and you can't even see the front of the boat. (It seems to me it might have been dark at the time; you humans have dreadful night vision.)

She makes it sound vaguely disconcerting and quite possibly a good place for dragons to hang out.

We peered seaward from our balcony in pre-dawn gloom one morning this week to discover that everything had disappeared; not shrouded in something you could focus on like a fogbank, but lost in a diffusely grey sort of way, like being at the bottom of inside the bed and being unable to work out which edge isn't tucked in to find your way out.

I did wonder if maybe the edge of the world had come to us.

Today:

Ambit orbit vista view

Aegina's back, and Hydra too

The sun is out The sky is blue

....

Work out your own last line.  It might have been dragon smoke, but we didn't get fried and I'm happily napping again.