Well done Graham. Boat looked great in Oysterhaven
this morning.
Very Best of Good Fortune with the Boat and the enterprise.
Cliff
welcome home glad everything went well will catch up soon .
Sincere best wishes for your new enterprise.
Looking forward to seeing the boat.
Well done, great vision, and best of luck!
Tom
I must go down to the sea 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 go down to the sea 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 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.
Well done Graham. Boat looked great in Oysterhaven
this morning.
Very Best of Good Fortune with the Boat and the enterprise.
Cliff
welcome home glad everything went well will catch up soon .
Sincere best wishes for your new enterprise.
Looking forward to seeing the boat.
Well done, great vision, and best of luck!
Tom
I must go down to the sea 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 go down to the sea 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 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.
Thanks Tom hadn’t heard those lines for a while