Sea Fever

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.

by John Masefield

Well, we were going to carry on gardening, but then the sun came out and it felt so warm we headed down to the beach. After all, how many more opportunities will we have this summer?

I had another delicious swim. Then the sun went in, so - for the first time - was a tad shivery after leaving the sea. Not too cold for a lie on the beach and a read, though did get dry and dressed a little quicker than usual. Oh, and enjoyed playing with the pebbles, as you see ...