One of the reasons for moving down to Devon was to be by the sea. The Victorian Pile is about 15 minute walk from the sea or a 10 minute drive to the beach.
When we first moved down the weather was grey and wet. We still went down to enjoy the sea… But with rain and wind it was exhilarating rather than relaxing.
For a bit we felt that there would be no Summer, but lo and behold: the UK is having a heat wave.
Although the John Masefield poem reminds me more of a stormy sea, every time I wake up I think of it:
I MUST 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 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 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.