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 gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
Virtually everyday I take a walk down to the beach and spend time there. On Saturday morning I was greeted by these scenes of the breaking dawn. The photographs were taken by Jane Scrooby my wife.