John Masefield
When I think of my last trip to Scarborough, the words of John Masefield come to mind, when he said:-
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 sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
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 love to be by the sea on a windy day, to me, there's nothing greater than the salty water on your lips. The odd thing about Scarborough Bay, while the North Bay gets the high winds - in 2005 they needed to rebuild the promenade from where the car is - the South Bay is the opposite and so calm you need to walk for about 3/4 mile to reach the sea; then only a child's ankle deep.
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