Square-rigger

Went to the Black Prince parade in nearby Cawsand but the star of the show was this lovely vessel moored in the bay.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

- John Masefield