Down to the sea

I had a real urge to go to the seaside today so off we went to Dunure, a small fishing village on the Ayrshire coast. We visited the castle ruins, walked along the beach and explored the small harbour. Then we ended our visit with a traditional Scottish picnic ... inside the car!


"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
 
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
 
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over."

(John Masefield - Sea Fever)


Three years is a long time and a lot of blips ... 1,095 to be exact ... but although it's not always easy to find the time or energy to take that elusive one photo a day it's a challenge that quickly becomes quite compulsive. To all our blip friends old and new it seems a fitting time to thank you all again for taking time to visit our journal and comment on our entries ... thank you!