Home from the Sea

Home From The Sea
On a cold winter’s night, with the storm at it’s height,
A lifeboat answers a call.
They pitched and they tossed, ’till we thought they were lost,
As we watched from the harbour wall.
‘Tho the night was pitch black, there was no turning back,
For someone was waiting out there,
And each volunteer had to live with his fear
As we joined in a silent prayer.
Chorus:
Home, home, home from the sea,
Angels of mercy, answer our plea.
And carry us home, home, home from the sea,
Carry us safely home, from the sea.



I have to fess up to this having been taken yesterday when I was in Castletownbere but I was so struck with it, and today it has been lashing nonstop so...... A slight amount of fartnarkling was conducted today though, but not much. It's the reflections of a lifeboat should you be wondering.

Catch up day today after all our gallivanting. The washing machine blew up a few days ago so we had to purchase another this morning, fortunately a sale was going on.  And I've been working on a new blog entry Now I'd better do a spot of cleaning.

Thanks to Ingeborg for the continued hosting of Abstract Thursday.

Home from the sea