Wednesday, March 24, 2021

GUNNAMATTA BEACH, RYE


I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that cannot 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 seagulls crying.
Excerpt from Sea Fever by John Masefield



 

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