We had to go to the sea again; visit to Lowestoft

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.

From SALT-WATER POEMS AND BALLADS, by John Masefield, published by the Maxmillan Co., NY, © 1913, p. 55; the poem was first published in SALT-WATER BALLADS, © 1902.

Last Saturday we drove to Lowestoft, wet ‘n’ windy.

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We went straight to a Fish and Chips and afterwards we strolled the beach, the town, the harbour and the Marina. Wow, really good to see the sea again.

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We saw some pretty ships as well: Contessa’s 32, Vancouver 27 and more. The English know how to build nice ones.

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And a bit neglected Vega

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