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Dec. 14th, 2004 09:58 amI'm getting that sea-itch again. That need to feel the ground less solid beneath my feet.
Master and Commander and Pirates of the Caribbean sent me off sailing. I may have gone with romantic notions about being at sea (notions soon eradicated by sharp winds and hard work!), but what I found I didn't expect: that I love being at sea. That at sea, out of my element, I feel in my element. That the open ocean draws me in a way that pottering on beaches or harbour-hopping along the coast will never do (although these activities are better than nothing, of course).
I truly didn't expect it. I remember sitting on a headland near Boscastle last New Year, gazing out at the Atlantic Ocean, and thinking just how alien it was. How we can never really be part of it. That maybe I'd settle for dry land after all. Little did I know.
John Masefield had the way of it, when he wrote Sea-Fever.
All I know is that right now, shore-bound and land-locked, I long to go to sea again.
Master and Commander and Pirates of the Caribbean sent me off sailing. I may have gone with romantic notions about being at sea (notions soon eradicated by sharp winds and hard work!), but what I found I didn't expect: that I love being at sea. That at sea, out of my element, I feel in my element. That the open ocean draws me in a way that pottering on beaches or harbour-hopping along the coast will never do (although these activities are better than nothing, of course).
I truly didn't expect it. I remember sitting on a headland near Boscastle last New Year, gazing out at the Atlantic Ocean, and thinking just how alien it was. How we can never really be part of it. That maybe I'd settle for dry land after all. Little did I know.
John Masefield had the way of it, when he wrote Sea-Fever.
All I know is that right now, shore-bound and land-locked, I long to go to sea again.
