Fleswick Bay

The sea, the sea ...
I am feeling withdrawal symptoms. My trip last weekend wasn’t enough sea so I went to St.Bees. There is a holy well but I opted for the coast walk to Fleswick (the well doesn’t sound very promising sadly which is a shame because St.Bega deserves a lovely well, I reckon). In the distance, the Isle of Man was like Avalon, as usual. There was only one other couple there and then I only met one other person on my way back, a lovely energetic young man and his lovely energetic young welsh springer just starting out on the coast to coast walk with a large backpack, a late start at 4pm.

Sea Fever - John Masefield

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.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tLXNyhG4CGk