Before they can decide we enter a cloud and the plane starts pitching and bumping in the most terrifying manner. It feels as if the controls have been seized by two teenage boys who are pulling and pressing everything in sight to see who can make a wing fall off first. Clouds look such gentle, fluffy things, so what the hell’s inside them that can cause aircraft so much grief? Monsters? A giant anvil? Gods who are displeased with us?
-“The Road to McCarthy” by Pete McCarthy
I am only in the first chapter and I’ve already laughed outloud numerous times and told Mr. Kate that he has got to read this book.
Rocks, Waves, Beach 
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