TP 134 : Strangers

Windswept stranger

for Thematic Photographic

Do you want to go to the seaside?

Do you want to go to the seaside?

I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go

I fell in love at the seaside

I handled my charm with time and slight of hand.

Do you want to go to the seaside?

I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go

I fell in love at the seaside

She handled her charm with time and slight of hand, and oh

But I'm just trying to love you

In any kind of way

But I find it hard to love you girl

When you're far away

Away

Do you want to go to the seaside?

I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go

But I fell in love on the seaside

On the seaside

In the seaside

Pictures by me

Words by The Kooks

"I must go down to the seas again.."

Look where I DROVE myself to at lunchtime today...

I stood on the path above the beach, rocks and waves, and surveyed my sea.

It was cold, damp, stormy-grey, fabulous!

"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." 

Poem by John Masefield

Photos by Me