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 –
We spent last Sunday exploring Dartmouth and Kingswear. It was such a beautiful place! We took the ferry across the bay from Dartmouth to visit Coleton Fishacre, which is somewhere I’ve wanted to visit for years. It was the perfect time of year to look around, the garden was in full bloom and there was so much to see…
Frey absolutely loved it – I love the expression of wonder on his face here!
The garden wound down a slope, with something new to see at every turn.. then when we reached the bottom we were rewarded with this view..