The Sea.
I just love the sea. That is one of the main reasons why I love the flat I live in, coz I couldn't live any nearer the sea, unless I lived in a boat!!! I suppose the sea is "in my blood", I'm the daughter of a fisherman, who is decended from generations of fishermen, dating back to the 1600's!! I have a great respect for the sea and I love watching its different moods and its different colours. Today is stormy and I was totally mesmerised as I watched the waves lashing the shore from my kitchen window. I then braved the elements (between snow flurries, yes I know its Good Friday, but according to the weatherman, we are to have some snow over the weekend!)and took some pix from my back garden.
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Looking towards Musselburgh from my back garden.As the majority of my regular readers know I like poems and one of my favourites is by John Masefield, so decided to add it to this post, since it was about the sea!
I Must Go Down to the Sea
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.
- 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.
- John Masefield
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Both taken looking out towards Fife and the Firth of Forth from my back garden..jpg)
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This one was taken from the promanade at Portobello (just along from Musselburgh) when I took the boys to the leisure centre there this afternoon. Ronan spent an hour working out in the gym and Robert had a swim, and I sat in the gallery and knitted!
posted by gourdongirl at 5:48 pm
9 Comments:
WOW...I can almost smell the salt air! You're one lucky gal!!
Hope you guys have a very Happy Easter!!
Hi there.
I am drawn to the sea as well. I grew up in N.Norway and the sea has always played a gigantic role in mylife.I will get a place close to the sea one day, I just know..
The poem is so lovly.
It´s me again.
I just wanted to say I am very flattered by your comment- I am fairly new in this business( almost a year) but I like blogging- I like you blog too. can´t wait to get to know you a little better.
And you live in scottland!! I always wanted to go there.. someday I will.:-)
see you around.
That's just beautiful! I love the colors and the smell and the taste of salty water when I accidentally get some in my mouth... or just walking along the shore when it's too cold to go swimming. You're very lucky. I wish my apartment had a view like that.
Beautiful. I'm from the English midlands but I love the sea; it's the openness for me. Big skies and lots of space. I should go more often.
My Dad used to quote that poem. 'I must go down to the seas again - and summat'
He was from Yorkshire and not really of a poetical bent but I did a cross stich embroidery for him of the first verse which delighted him - but he still never memorised any more....
It's a beautiful part of the world that you live in! I love the views over to fife and the views back from the other side when we get over there too.
A computer glitch has lost your email address for me but my beautiful sock arrived today with the little gift of Peter Rabbit post its. I love Peter and the gift bag and sock are so special. I hope you have my email so we can communicate again. I will be blogging shortly once things get back working for me. Many thanks.
Joan
I love that poem! I've just moved to live by the sea - your sea photos are really lovely.
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