Saturday, August 28, 2010

Friday, August 27, 2010

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Sea Fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must 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.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).

Saturday, August 14, 2010


Today, when I went to buy another thermal top, I found a one piece ski suit on sale that was awesome and made me look totally pro. Alas, it was made for someone my shape, but about three inches taller.

On the way home I saw a magpie catch and kill a mouse. I always thought magpies were hard arse, and now I know. Don't mess with magpies.

The last few days have been a mad whirl where I have got twice as much done as there was actually time for. Now all I have to do is stuff the last few things in my bag, eat some food and wash my hair.

A busy knitter.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Monday, August 02, 2010

Sunday, August 01, 2010