The Coast

I've been faced with an agonising choice of what to blip tonight. I haven't taken a large number of photos today, but it's fair to say that I'm equally chuffed with how most of them have turned out.

I've gone with this, not because it's the best as such, but because the tide trickling in across the stones and sand reminds me of one of my favourite songs. It goes a little something like this.

A family of musicians took shelter for the night
In the little harbour church of St Cecilia
Two guitars, bata, bass drum and tambourine
Rose of jericho and bougainvillea

This is a lonely life
Sorrows everywhere you turn
And that's worth something
When you think about it
That's worth some money
That's worth something
When you think about it
That is worth some money

A trip to the market
A trip into the pearl-grey morning sunlight
That settles over Washington
A trip to the market
A trip around the world
Where the evening meal
Is negotiable, if there is one.

This is a lonely, lonely life
Sorrows everywhere you turn
And that's worth something
When you think about it
That's worth some money
That's worth something
When you think about it
That is worth some money

To prove that I love you
Because I believe in you
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
If I have money
If I have children
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Oo-wah, oo-wah
Doo-wop, doo-wah
Summer skies and stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Oo-wah, oo-wah
Doo-wop, doo-wah
Summer skies and the stars are falling
All along the injured coast

We are standing in the sunlight
The early morning sunlight
In the harbour church of St Cecilia
To praise a soul's returning to the earth
To the rose of jericho and the bougainvillea

To prove that I love you
Because I believe in you
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
If I have money
If I have children
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast

If I have weaknesses
Don't let them blind me now
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Oo-wah, oo-wah
Doo wop, doo wah
Summer skies, stars are falling
Leaving the shadow of the valley behind me now
All along the injured coast
Ooh-wah, oo-wah
Doo wop, doo wah
Summer skies and stars are falling
All along the injured coast

(Lyrics: Paul Simon)