Mare Nostrum

The beating heart of a civilisation. The galaxy in which constellations of cultures were born, sparkled and died. The breathing space of reason, feeling and beauty.

As the summer draws to an end, I make it my own. No more mare nostrum, our sea, but mare meum, my sea. Mine, unshareable, indivisible, non-negotiable. I won’t claim one bay, one anchorage poi…