The Tide Rises

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Running behind! A flurry of activity and work for the well project as things go off to the printer, and a house warming party meant I didn't have time for blipping. We did manage an early morning swim - high tide at 8.ish. Oh boy, it was bracing but I was amazed how crystal clear the sea was considering we had had high winds and torrential rain overnight.