Sea Fever

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.

John Masefield

After a bad morning, I needed something to lift my spirits, a drive where I felt every bump took me to my beloved Cornish Coast.  

Chickpea xx

Welcome to John whose blog always makes me smile