The Lonely Sea

I had a quick detour to the beach front at Broughty Ferry on the way home tonight. It was a cold wet and windy night and the view of the River Tay was most uninviting. The unseasonable weather reminded me of a little ditty fabulous piece of poetry I learned as a child which I would like to share with you.

Brace yourselves.


I must go down to the sea again
The lonely sea and the sky
I left my vest and pants there
I wonder if they are dry

Spike Milligan