Fisherman's blues

I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
And it's bitter memories
Castin' out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me
Save the starry sky above

Actually that's the last thing I'd like to be! A seriously cold day but the fishermen are still out there. A heavy frost and extra layers and gloves being worn inside! A very gentle pootle around the circuit just to get outside for a bit - a lot more bracing than it looks! 

Fisherman's Blues