Beach Day

Sea Fever

I must go 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 go 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 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

Here's some pictures I made this summer of a stormy day at the beach.

I brought her down here for a little "photo shoot", and decided to get in on the pictures too!

Glad you came along with us to the beach today...there is always something pretty here to see!

not sure---but think all the nests have emptied out by now...

Looks like a summer thunderstorm is moving in.....time to leave the ocean, for today. We'll be back.

Seashells will be waiting...........