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 is like a whetted knife;
I must go down the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that can not be denied.
Is a wild call and a clear call that can not be denied.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick is over.
It's been another busy week and my head is full of facts and stories of the past from this place, as we learn more about the characters living and gone who have called this home, the feelings we have for this place deepen.
As I read again some of the lines of Sea Fever from John Masefield (mentioned above) they almost reflect descriptions of the past week. The wind has been so bitingly cold and we have learnt more about rare visits from magnificent wildlife, excluding Tavi who seems to have a habit of appearing in so many of the pictures!
Wishing you a happy and healthy week.
Sarah x
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