Driftwood

Living close to the sea, I have inevitably collected some rather lovely bits of driftwood. There is something special about the soft, smooth, sea washed wood. It feels like a gift from the sea itself.

I have a 'driftwood jar' in my studio, & last week I found a use for some of it...

A shell from the beach... a silver star & a tiny bell to catch the light.

It now hangs in the far corner of my kitchen & I am eager to get back to the beach to collect more :)

Sea Fever by John Masefield

"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 sails shaking,

And the grey mist in 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 seagulls 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 ere the long trip’s over"