A Tall Ship

I must go down to the seas again, the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; 
And the wheel's kick and the the wind's song and the white sail's shaking
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking...


Two heavenly days in a row.  The trouble is you work so hard- strimming, mowing, weeding, planting - while we can. Lunch was taken down by the pond and the foxes have been sunbathing.

Later I had to nip into Bantry  and there was a beautiful three-masted ship in the bay, and real sailors in town!