I am spending the night on GANNET.
As you can see from the photo taken a few minutes ago it is near low tide.
I am now at Central having moved below from sitting on deck, sipping Laphroaig, and listening to the soundtrack of OUT OF AFRICA followed by the soundtrack of THE PIANO.
From the condo we see beauty, but I truly am more at home here within an arm’s length of water that leads to the ocean.
I know I have written this before, but how odd that a child born about as far from the ocean as one can be is at home there as few others are and sometimes at peace there as he never is on land.
I need to spend more time on GANNET.
I look up and see the companionway bulkhead even simpler than when I last photographed it.
A GoPro mount and the base for the Raymarine wind display mount have been removed and painted over.
Greater simplicity pleases me.
2 comments:
"The cabin of a small yacht is truly a wonderful thing; it will not only shelter you from the storm, but also from other troubles in life, it is a safe place of solitude." — L. Francis Herreshoff ~ & Even Sasquatch Yeti BigFoot Da Abominable SnowMan from his High Peaks Mountain cave truly loves & adores Superman Webb’s epic sailing endeavors! !! !!!
John Masefield ~ 1917
“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.” — Poets.Org
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