I must go down to the Seas Again

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.

Sea Fever by John Masefield, verse 2.

Big Surf.

A self-portrait at Belhaven, modestly concealing my wetsuited belly!

I had a slow day after the last days of activity. In the afternoon I decided to don my new wetsuit and head for the sea. Fantastic fun, I used the boogie board to get right out to the auks in the bay as the gannets and terns flew overhead.

A great end to a great holiday weekend.