Sea Fever

One of the greatest things about boats is boat people.  Scott and I have made a lot of friends over the years and none so special as Les and Diana Shapiro.  Despite the fact that they are from the "dark side" (they are power boaters) we love them to bits.  They live aboard their beautiful Searay during the summer and because we are at the harbor so much we have gotten to know them over more than one bottle of wine!  They are always up for great conversation, laughs and talking boat stuff - all of which we love, so it works well. 

They are preparing to embark on the "Great Loop" this October.  Keep your eyes peeled for their blog, which we are going to help them set up sooner than later!

On Friday Les and Diana took us out to a lovely celebratory dinner where they presented us with a very generous wedding present and a beautiful poem Diana found.  I had never heard of it and absolutely love it and wanted to share it with you.  So here it is:

Sea Fever

by John Masefield

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 wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray 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 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.

Love,

Brittany and Scott