Love is like seaweed.............

even if you have pushed it away, you will not prevent its coming back.

Friday evening work finished and at the sea Tess and I find ourselves. it really is a beautiful place at any time of the year and tonight there was lots of sea weed in the wash. Busy busy weekend ahead; the big derby tomorrow Cherries against Southampton myself and 3200 other Cherries making our way along the M27 a big game for Southampton against such a high flying team, then straight off to hotel in Guildford for the night for sister - in -laws birthday celebration then home Sunday for a rest...hope to get a blip along the way

Seaweed

When descends on the Atlantic
The gigantic
Storm-wind of the equinox,
Landword in his wrath he scourges
The toiling surges,
Laden with seaweed from the rocks:

From Bermuda's reefs; from edges
Of sunken ledges,
In some far-off, bright Azore;
From Bahama, and the dashing
Silver-flashing
Surges of San Salvador;

From the tumbling surf, that buries
The Orkneyan skerries,
Answering the hoarse Hebrides;
And from wrecks of ships, and drifting
Spars, uplifting
On the desolate, rainy seas; -

Ever drifting, drifting, drifting
On the shifting
Currents of the restless main;
Till in sheltered coves, and reaches
Of sandy beaches,
All have found repose again.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


'There's never an end for the sea.'
- Samuel Beckett