Friday 10 October 2014

I must go down to

the sea again.


  1. Oh joy - they certainly knew how to talk properly in those days - very precise pronunciation (pronounciation)? if I may say. One of my fave poems. Lovely pictures - very Dungeoness-like.

  2. Auto correct decided I had spelt Dungeness wrong!

  3. Also this: "Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."

  4. Absolutely WONDERFUL photos. Stunning.

  5. Beautiful sights, a little bit nostalgic... Lovely photos! I like especially the last three.

  6. All that space , and the wonderful light .

    As I look out on grey drizzle , it's lifting my soul . Thankyou !

  7. I remember clearly the classroom where I first heard and loved that poem. Living near the sea as I've always done, I have always found the sea a great comfort. One has one's little worries but the sea just keeps rolling in and out.

    Beautiful photos.

  8. A sailor went to sea, sea, sea
    to see what he could see, see, see
    And all that he could see, see, see
    Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea

    (a little common tune we used to sing in childhood.)

    I loved the sung poem :)