Down to the sea, again
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.
Sea Fever, by John Masefield
Our south coast beaches are among my favorite places to commune with nature; or, in the height of tourist season, to commingle with the madding crowd. Yesterday, we did a little of both. The sun was shrouded, and PCH was crowded, but we took our picnic dinner down the water anyway.
Sad to say, these photographs don’t do their subjects much justice. But they call me back to a wonderful evening, so they’re treasures to me, nonetheless.