I Must Go Down to the Sea Again...

'I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky....' so said His Lordship last night as we contemplated the day ahead.

And so it came to pass that we travelled north this morning to his old haunts at Broughty Ferry where he still has property to keep an eye on, and afterwards there was a nostalgic walk for him along the coastal path to West Ferry to show me the house he lived in during another life.
The 'wind's like a whetted knife' in Masefield's poem was very present on our walk back.

We are staying overnight and having dinner with his cousin in the very inn he and his father frequented so many eye watering decades ago.