By the mouth of the River Esk

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.

Time for a walk by the sea.     The countryside of the Borders is magnificent - but sometimes I miss a coast walk.